love doesnt need a complicated metaphor, and sometimes... nothing needs to be said at all
sometimes the person you with aint your one and only.
and you just fuck with them cause you afraid to be lonely

now let me introduce you all to a lil sum i got

called mon3y

hahahaha.....

no regrets, just life lessons

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"im richer than ya'll... i got a bank full of pride"
-dc

you knew i had it in for yuh the first time you kissed my lipsssss

love was under my name, and you signed your life away

when you touched my hipsss

gotchu hooked on e like the 5th letter of the alphabet
you all know me but we havent even met yet

ROBIN:

i gots ta tell ya you better beware
cuz i know of a chick AMMILLIONARE
better get on ur knees n` start your prayer
cuz she hold it down this wont be fair
she'll turn ya to stone just by her stare
n` by a flick of a pinky you'll be blasted up into the AIR!!!


BRITTANEE:

when i walk my body moves in equisite designs,
3 basic means of a being one being my spine.
my spine twists, weaves and jives taking lives makes me an animal,
ever hungry like a cannibal lacking basic nutrition,
manipulating the prey to come past enemy lines
my emotions are connected to my mind and spine


ROBIN:

"i can make it rain just like september
get paid all threw out january to december
n` i dont work real hard at all
i gget paid good just from one phone call"

surprised was the look on the presidents face when i bombed on you, like 'how didnt i see this comin' runnin through the doors faces flushed screamin alluminati and im not even alluminated yet, this is just the glow that my face gets after teen pre marital sex you may say im goin to hell now but wait it gets better, ill scream fuck the free world to all the human rights activists and i wont even stutter try to tell me im crazy, i knew that from the beginnin, cause when i was born my momma said i looked like a demon comin from inside of her like it was gettin set free from hell, come to think of it that must be why we dont get along well

guilt is just a figment of sin, at least that's what i thought when i was drinkin' the gin
yeah im drinkin' again, i drink with a grin
i can't fly, so either i sink or i swim

"i might have to bend your spine back until your face touches your ass
windup toy your arms and send your neck half way round the world in 30 seconds flat"

i came to school a week later with an eye full of stitches, and i held my head higher than bitches

street magician like david blaine with these songs
crip-walkin through your mental corridor with metal cleats on

holy shit, i was extremely extremely drunk last night

sorry to anyone i hit
or bottled\