And even if we seem to separate. Eventually, it’ll come and pass. And she’ll need me… I need her… We need we…

She go to work, she go to school
Her body smooth, no tattoos
Type of girl that make your mother feel comfortable
My pops love her too, she’s compatible
She’s independent, she handle her business
She believe in God and no other religions
Never in competition when it comes to her friends
She’s dependable, she set her own trends
A confidant, a mediator
So sweet, every flavor
Just a conversation with her doing you a favor
Look at her hips, I want to be a pager
Conservative, affirmative
Actually, she relaxing in sweats and bobby pins
The beauty of her a blind man could see
A true queen and she needs me
She needs me, she needs me
She needs me, she needs me
The beauty of her, swear to God, a blind man could see
A true queen and she needs me

She needs me…

(Source: atheistme, via honeyboo7)

CunninLynguists’ Oneirology album is easily one of my top 3 albums from 2011. I can listen to this album from front to back, back to front, side to side, etc to etc. With time, this will probably go down as one of my all time favorite albums. Dope concept album. B]

She the girl of my dreams, also my nightmares
Cause she be jigglin’, killin’ it in her nightwear
Between mean glances that we might share
The space between us is like a lightyear
All in my phone like she AT&T
All in my Facebook pretendin’ she me
Cause her ‘Not Hot’ single friends feeding her nonsense
The ghetto’s trying to kill me and my chick’s an accomplice
With black gloves (black gloves), black mask (black mask),
Full lips (full lips), fat ass (I like that)
Text messaging ridiculous comments
I’d have to wash my mouth out to read you the contents
She might literally love me to death
We had a stairway to Heaven ‘til I fell down the steps
Now, I’m left with a pain in the neck
But she’s my eye candy; the flavor I savor
And I’m part Vader, I think with my saber
I live in Crazy Town and I’m married to the mayor

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This is probably my favorite song out of 2011. Chamillionaire to me, is one of the most underrated rappers out right now. Can’t believe the quality he’s been able to consistently put out; from the C.C.C. tapes way back when to the Major Pain series now. The timing for this song was perfect for me as well. Listening to this song while out in Augusta, GA last year, was definitely one of the best experiences I’ve been through. Really felt like it was my world out there. B]

PS: Chamillionaire and Big K.R.I.T. need to make a mixtape together already. Imagine the hooks and production that could be made between the two. @.@

I don’t worry about paper I past up
I focus on money my hands touch
If that right there don’t add up
I gotta let you know your math sucks
You don’t ever talk to a calculator
You don’t get caught with an ounce of paper
Every convo is about a favor
Had to get a mansion without the neighbors
I ain’t meaning no bad chick
When I say they don’t have a dime
And I ain’t meaning no gold watch
When I say I don’t have the time
My hustle is the reason I’m known to shine
It’s like I’m in my own world
Cause these boys out here
Full of talking and texting all my old girls
You call that your homegirl, I call that my dome girl
I call that my ‘Errr,
I’m not home leave a message after the tone girl’
I go to places they rap about
But girls only love you cause the cash you got
See all these hoes is chasing stars
Growing up to be cashtronauts
Can’t be mad, I asked for it
Living life in that airport
Y’all ain’t even get off the ground
Y’all stuck in that chairport
I know they wanna see my cash short
But only thing I ask Lord is,
Please don’t let me run out of nothing but pages in my passport

I’m like what happened to us?
Maybe, I’m rapping too much
I’ve been missing your touch
Sometimes, I’m out and I lust
What if love ain’t enough and all we have is this trust?
What if I’m fucking it up so, you don’t trust in me much?
I’m wasting your time to say, “I’m straight,” I be lying
It’s either you or this music but I can’t make up my mind
I’d throw you a line; I’d give you a sign
Right now, I’m through with the trying, I think you ready to fly
I settle for less so, when I’m tired and stressed
I go through the motions pretending I’m at my best
Fall victim to flesh
I live to be fresh
But this ain’t what I expect because my life is a wreck
I run out of breath cause I ain’t taking the steps
Money comes and it goes til family’s all I got left
I’m seeing my growth but I’m still from myself
You’ll be hollering out next because you’re ready to fly
I can’t find the words so, you’ll just fill in the blanks
I’m doing the norm and not what it takes
I’ll keep folding my cards and you’ll keep raising the stakes
Til we forget about us and what we have is too late
I know in your heart you ain’t conditioned to race
So, I steady the wheel, forever pumping the brakes
Resort to the bottle,
That’s how I deal with the shakes
Pray for these haters,
That’s how I deal with the hate
Look to the sky don’t be content with the now
You ain’t concerned with the why
You just wanna know how
I didn’t give her the chance
When you just wanna be down
And save me from myself
But I’m wanting to drown,
King is much more than the weight of a crown
As good as it feels, that ain’t the way that it sounds
Being single is cool til ain’t nobody around
Then, I’m chasing you down
Cause you was ready to fly,
I can’t be what you want me to be
You’re shooting too high
Cause you ain’t aiming at me,
One minute, you’re calling out for the D
Then, the next minute you wanna be free
Then, the next minute you hollering out peace
Although, I know it’s a war and there’ll be blood in the street
If you call don’t be frustrated at me
Just leave you’re heart at the beep
Cause mine is harder to reach,
Cause mine is harder to see,
And that don’t make it harder to cheat
Being friends is what make it harder to breathe
So, if you ready to fly, just forget about me
But if you willing to try then, I’m willing to leap
Out of the window of pain and fall in love at your feet
I ain’t the man you want me to be
I guess that’s what’s been bothering me

Get money,
Don’t be no lame
Bench warmers never ride foreign
So, play the game
Never drop the ball,
Never accept a loss,
Get back up if you fall
And when your numbers called,
You better give your all
I hope you give your all
You gotta play until the end
The only difference between a winner and a loser
Is a winner plays until he… wins…

Where’s she from? No I.D. That girl’s an alien…

So, now we on
So, now we gone
Living in the city of the unknown
I show her off, I stunt with her
We do it sweet, they look bitter
Look at her get up, I hear ‘em say
‘But why him?’ I hear ‘em hate
I laugh at it rather than jab at it
Then continue eternal life as a crack addict
Cause I’m addicted and you the drug
Cold turkey?
No sir
Gotta be an odyssey from Heaven way above
You definite not probably, I gotta give it up
Lips, hips, hair drip down her back crazy!
Body frame crazy!
Insane, crazy!
The only girl that can make time then make me
Stop…

Me give my heart to a woman?
Not for nothing; never happen…
Heart cold as assassins; I got no passion
I got no patience and I hate waitin’
So, get yo’ ass in
And let’s ri-i-i-i-i-ide!

Sorrow lasts through this night
I’ll take this piece of you and hold for all eternity
For just one second I felt whole
As you flew right through me

Oh, Lacey…
♥ ❤ ❥