J*Davey – Mr. Mister
Joe Budden – Broken Wings Freestyle
the connection to these two songs should be painfully obvious, however, keeping with the intent behind a recent tweet, it doesn’t need to be spelled out. the first song is something that i absolutely love. i chairdance everytime i hear it and am almost immediately transported to a better place. the second stands out because it was less than a week after the Cory Lidle incident before Joe released this beast on the net.
i’ve been away from the home site but have been continuing the mission over at http://yourmomisclubbin.tumblr.com. i even setup one for hoesinthesameclothes, too, but i’m not quite sure how that would translate as a tumblr, yet.
eventually, i’ll have to bring all of them together on this site. of course, friend feed does that for me, but, well, yeah…
So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see
Sayin that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be
And I apologize if this message gets you down
Then I CC’d every girl that I’d see see round town and
I hate to see y’all frown but I’d rather see her smiling
Wetness all around me, true, but I’m no island
Peninsula maybe, makes no sense I know, crazy
Give up all this pussy cat thats in my lap no lookin back
Spaceships dont come equipped with rearview mirrors
They dip as quick as they can
The atmosphere is now ripped
Im so like a Pip, Im glad its night
So the light from the sun would not burn me on my bum
When I shoot the moon high, jump the broom
Like a preemie out the womb
My partner yellin “Too soon! Dont do it! Reconsider!
Read some litera – ture on the subject
You sure? Fuck it
You know we got your back like chiroprac – tic
If that bitch do you dirty
we’ll wipe her ass out as in detergent
Now hurry hurry, go on to the altar
I know you aint a pimp but pimp remember what I taught ya
Keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart
Aye, keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart
Man, these girls is smart, 3 stacks, these girls is smart
Play your part
Play your part
i wrote 4 or 5 drafts of this thing. i did one where i counted down the top 5 breakups. the top 5 overall exes, based on their post breakup nickname. i tried the tired bit where i break apart each couple of bars and write a lil’ story about how that part effected my life. that line “Like a preemie out the womb” really fucked w/me. like this dude was tellin’ my story. but, anyway, next time you see me, check out the ring.
Updated w/flight info.