by bandaman Sat Feb 28, 2009 5:34 pm
This is just a small glimpse of my lyrics - im not a professional - this is merely a hobby. and respects to those who follow the path of music or enjoy repin' it when your around.
Cheers
Ayo, check’in out biddies
All of which are pretty, of course they from the city.
I get get mean and gritty when the ladies show some tities, see
I am just your average guy, trying to be fly
Hoping to god that an angel will drop from the sky
I don’t know why, it’s a pitty
Some look at me like my raps is shitty, fuck that
I only merk for fitties, or chicks that’r at least a little pretty
Cause I got luck, and chances are im’a get fucked
What, what! Hands all up on her butt, cause sometimes I get ruff
Ok, but that’s enough
Im getting an image of cuffs
And a bitch screem’in about court stuff
I think she called my bluff, excuse me while I puff.
Girly powdered up, looking to get railed,
This is how it seemed before she bailed
Damn, I feel like I failed, this dark spot feels like jail.
Emailed her, No reply. She was on some other guys tip,
Well I’ve got one, the next time you see me run,
Because trust me lady, the best is yet to come.
But I’m open minded, you’re just blinded
Material woman, oh so timeless.
Findin’ it hard to leave,
Ladies like these can be worse than a disease,
Bring you to your knees, beg you t’ill your ears bleed.
And still you breath, and give her another 50,
This is just how it is, I think you understand me.
Man vs pussy, they take the trophy.
Yo, check it,
Some girls look’in at me like they in my world,
But I still curl, to thought, cause she’s got the hots.
In class asked her name,
Her favorite color was green, and She’d like to have a filing,
For me to be her play-thing
That’s just the trick with Angels.
All-about fables of great things,
Lands with kings, angels that sing,
And a god that presented man everything.
The story never ends, it changes just like your friends,
But back to the task at hand.
You met her by the park, just after dark,
A princess who prides herself in the arts, never wanted to be apart
Shit where do we even start,
Awkward glance, she grabs my hands, and then we dance.
Eternity passes without even a glance.
Life is still for moment while we stand, hand in hand.
Maybe I can be her man,
If that was apart of the plan
But where do we go from here
I felt, I fear, that we will never get so near
Lets just close our eyes an dis-appear.