Wednesday, April 1, 2009

A Song can really Cry.

The most incredible baby.

I can't see 'em comin down my eyes so I gotta make the song cry.

Good dudes - I know you love me like cooked food even though a migga got move like a crook move. We was together on the block since free lunch, we shoulda been together havin 4 Seasons brunch. We used to use umbrellas to face the bad weather so now we travel first class to change the forecast. Never in bunches, just me and you, I loved your point of view cause you held no punches. Still I left you for months on end, it's been months since I checked back in. Well somewhere in a small town, somewhere locking a mall down, woodgrain, four and change, Armor All'd down. I can understand why you want a divorce now though I can't let you know it, pride won't let me show it. Pretend to be heroic, that's just one to grow with but deep inside a migga so sick.

I can't see 'em comin down my eyes so I gotta make the song cry.

On repeat, the CD of Big's "Me and My Bitch", watchin Bonnie and Clyde, pretending to be that shit, empty gun in your hand sayin, "Let me see that clip". Shoppin sprees, pull out your Visa quick. A migga had very bad credit, you helped me lease that whip, you helped me get the keys to that V dot 6. We was so happy poor but when we got rich, that's when our signals got crossed, and we got flipped. Rather mine, I don't know what made me leave that shit. Made me speed that quick, let me see - that's it. It was the cheese helped them bitches get amnesia quick. I used to cut up they buddies, now they sayin they love me. Used to tell they friends I was ugly and wouldn't touch me. Then I showed up in that dubbed out buggy and then they got fuzzy and they don't remember that and I don't remember you..

I can't see it comin down my eyes so I gotta make the song cry. Yeah I seen 'em comin down your eyes but I gotta make the song cry.

A face of stone, was shocked on the other end of the phone. Word back home is that you had a special friend? So what was oh so special then? You have given away without gettin at me, that's your fault, how many times you forgiven me? How was I to know that you was plain sick of me? I know the way a migga livin was whack but you don't get a migga back like that! Shit I'm a man with pride, you don't do shit like that, you don't just pick up and leave and leave me sick like that! You don't throw away what we had, just like that! I was just fuckin them girls, I was gon' get right back! They say you can't turn a bad girl good but once a good girl's goin bad, she's gone forever. I'll mourn forever. Shit I gotta live with the fact I did you wrong forever.

I can't see 'em comin down my eyes so I gotta make the song cry. I know I seen 'em comin down your eyes but I gotta make the song cry.

It's fucked up girl...

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