I'm not saying this to shake you up
I'm just saying this to wake you up
It's all good when we're making love
All I ask is don't take our love
For granted, it's granted
My love for you is real
Baby, if you don't love me... somebody else will
So don't you, ever get too... comfortableeeeeeeeeee .
Lil' Wayne Feat. Babyface - Comfortable.mp3
After about 45 minutes of quiet contemplation......in Lucille... I decided to head back home after depositing this check. Woke up on time, got to class late. Sat in my car debating whether or not to attempt the journey to the building all my classes reside in. I ultimately weighed the pros and cons for about a hour and said fuck it. Today is just not one of those days. Spanish is remedial, Corrections has gotten boring with the rambling of facts, and LE we're watching
The Departed. So bleh, I have better stuff to do like homework, extra credit, and sleep.
I figure I'll sprawl myself across my bed and pass out reluctantly as usual. I'm starting to have vivid dreams again, really disturbing dreams. Not nightmares, just disturbing dreams. Premonitions if you believe in that. Eh, I don't know.
I was reading through some OLDDDDDD logs of conversations yesterday after I spoke with 'Dre. Came across a woman to be unnamed and something she wrote about me. This being below. Enjoy (or if you're like me, don't enjoy) .
| gone again. |
| [Friday, October 10th, 2008
@ 12:13am] |
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| You’ll Miss me like Christmas -
..Claus’s wife.
And won’t wait like its the eve
in the evening light.
You’ll wish like it’s your last
and you’ve used them twice,
that I’d come back like seconds
when the mood is right.
Blink twice with your arms crossed.
Thoughts entice
how I’m the type to pay attention to.
The cost is right.
I’m not a barker.
Think my bite is much stronger
than the outer skin
of the trunks you find
birds nests inhabiting.
But you can’t have back
the realest shit you’d ever seen.
You’ll wish that I would never leave
like an evergreen.
But really
I am only onto much better things,
I won’t spell it out,
I’ll just design flyer lettering.
Your pace is just a back peddle
far too often.
A leg trap I give a crap
to get my laces locked in.
So take that, take that,
like its Puffy talking.
You can go on running shit,
I’ll leave this fucker leisure walking. |
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Oh how those words made my blood boil . ***
11 comments:
if you don't love me... somebody else willllllllllllllll
That's that song right there dude.
I find myself debating whether to make it out of that bed for that 1 an a half ride to campus. Shit, depends on whether i'm failing or missing any work in any class.
BUMMER
Haha, I find myself debating all the damn time about it man.
it wasn't about you.
try again.
roflroflroflroflrofl @ you check my blog.
MY BAD, I could've swore I saw in the final throws & AIM convos that the shit was for me.
-shrugs
roflroflroflrofl do you feel accomplished?
yeah I check it, just like you check mine.
and, really?
cause I could swear we weren't even talking when I posted let alone wrote the shit.
how ironic?
and really?
cause last time I checked AIM don't even save convos, but I could be wrong.
roflroflroflrofl vurr vurr accomplished !
aww bby, yu misz meh ?!
Her comments break . my . heart .
Q_QQQQQQQQQQQ
slightly but not really.
That stings slightly, but not really.
it wasn't meant to sting.
It matters not.
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