I just want a fly chick to cuddle up in the cold with,
That never asks about an old bitch,
who doesn’t care if I’m gold rich,
but makes sure that I set goals to hit,
she looks good in high heels,
but can rock sweats and a T still,
a women that just loves to chill,
that’s mad real and pays her own bills,
well spoken with a good heart
book and street smarts
doesn’t mind eating pop tarts
but knows how to cook bacon
man, I’m just saying can I get all wrapped up to go
take out, and she’s gotta love hip hop shows!
Moving out. Moving on. Moving away from these kids that party for way too long. Moving from my comfort zone. Moving away from downtown. Moving south. Moving in by myself. Moving to an unknown. Moving without any fucking furniture! At least I got dishes though. Haha. Moving to a place without a washer and dryer. FML. Moving up. Moving towards a new me. Moving with a purpose. Moving to make moves. Moving to make due. Moving to make sure I will always have somewhere to lay my head. Fuck NV energy, Charter Cable, boxes, U-Haul, and not being able to afford a truck. MOVING!
Every time I get drunk I think of her. And its not who you think it is. Tell my ex-girl its not who you think it is and tell my next girl I never even wrote this shit. They say you show your TRUE COLORS when your drunk. Well order me another I’m about to get crunk. Then hit the dance floor by myself to walk it out like UNK. Its hard to hate on songs with no content when your feeling it. So, does that really mean that I’m feeling it. I mean I know I was last night. TRUE COLORS. Well I also lost my phone so what the hell does that mean. hahaha. Sloppy drunk when I’m passing through. Buy a drink your girl who we pass em’ too. If you find my phone good luck tyna activate that shit. The End!
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Took about an hour shower, now I’m feeling pristine and sheen with mean swag.
Packed my bags now I’m ready for jet lag, but I order bloody Mary’s the whole flight.
Make it an early late night and get my drunk face right. Call it “In Flight Mode”
Tryna reach my zone, jack and coke could help us get along.
You can be my co-pilot, the unfasten seatbelt sign is lit.
fall in love quick but you couldn’t meet a better man, better than your next man
better than you ex-man, sorry love you should’ve had a better flight plan.
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