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Contributed by juniorwise on Sunday, 24th May 2009 @ 07:55:13 PM in AEST
Topic: SongLyrics

"Who cares about who you are.

And your lyrics suck, they're nothing.

I mean, really, are they suppose to mean something!"

Man...writing about nothing. Should be interesting

enough. Well, might as well try.

-

Well to start off this rhyme, my life is pretty dull

So the lyrics I spit is really nothing at all

Never had a girl in my life, a pretty interesting fact

So are you going to say that my swag is whack

It probably is, I'm not worried about girls as much

Love can become a good thing, or one of a bluff

I'm kind of smart, 4.0 GPA on my last report card

I worked my butt off hard to make it this far

Got my permit, no provisional license

Soon enough though, I will be drivin

Past the limits, keep me at a distance

But no matter the limitations, I'll hit my destination

Cool, but dog, where would I live

Florida's aiight, a warm place I can chill

Cause I hate the cold, that's where my life was started

And I really hate people that are truly cold-hearted

Love Chicago, I think that place is cool

But I only go down there for family after school

After I get my grades, money for every A I made

Some students get jealous, so they begin to degrade

Me, but whatever man, this is my life

You can do you, but this my life

God never said you'll be resurrected twice

If you screw up once, you'll pay the ultimate price

And of course, I am to cheap, no money that I keep

I may be broke, but I never robbed a bank, honestly

No criminal record marked on my profile

But in a few years, you'll see my record on a profile

Copyright © juniorwise ... [ 2009-05-24 19:55:13]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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