Who knows tragedy? I'm talking real agony. I've lived through government shutdowns, Limewires, and losing all my Imeem playlists, so I guess I'm the only one bold enough to say this.
Man killing is some wack-ish... but why does it always seem so black-ish.
Don't mind me, I'm just trying to stay gifted in different facets, so when they notice the range I'm above average. I often add in math terms every once in a while to create hot heads like perms left in awhile. It's true, Mr. Right hasn't gone left in a while, because my sundial can still make tonight smile.
I'm ascribing free association with really expensive taste for others headed to the top after demands to stay in our place. My only ask is that you say it to our face.
I can handle a little spit, as long as something meaningful comes after it... and you promise not to cry if I dodge and challenge it. I can parry like my last name is Ellis, and I've been this way since My Money Get's Jealous.
"Girl he crazy, don't mess with him"
I put Mercedes in a Lexus and Alexis in a Benz, so just imagine what it would be like to be my friend. I feel like a grown Tahj Mowry with a chocolate complexion, talking to smart girls and asking a whole lot of questions.