 Friends        | Submissive/little/brat Bdsm is a way of life not just for fun. Short,cute,crazy and honest  Little_sub_brat to jazzloverinnc: Well well welll I guess I miss you. *,eyeroll * you're such a dork Little_sub_brat: Ain't it just like me to want what I can't have Is it too late now to take it back I thought that seeing other people was something I wanted But I think I hate it if I'm being honest It kills me to see you with somebody new Thought we should see other people 'Til I started seeing other people with you Little_sub_brat: Flipping through all of these magazines Telling me who I'm supposed to be Way too good at camouflage Can't see what I am I just see what I'm not I'm guilty 'bout everything that I eat (Every single thing) Feeling myself is a felony Jedi level sabotage Voices in my head make up my entourage 'Cause I'm a black belt when I'm beating up on myself But I'm an expert at giving love to somebody else I, me, myself and I, don't see eye to Eye, me, myself and I Oh, why do I compare myself to everyone? And I always got my finger on the self destruct I wonder when I love me is enough (yeah, yeah, yeah) I wonder when I love me is enough (yeah, yeah, yeah) Why am I always looking for a ride or die? 'Cause mine's the only heart I'm gonna have for life After all the times I went and fucked it up (All the times I went and fucked it up) I wonder when I love me is enough (yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah I wonder when I love me is enough I wonder when I love me is enough Haters that live on the internet Live in my head, should be paying rent I'm way to good at listening All these comments fucking up my energy 'Cause I'm a black belt when I'm beating up on myself But I'm an expert at giving love to somebody else I, me, myself and I, don't see eye to Eye, me, myself and I Oh, why do I compare myself to everyone? And I always got my finger on the self destruct I wonder when I love me is enough (yeah, yeah, yeah) I wonder when I love me is enough (yeah, yeah, yeah) Why am I always looking for a ride or die? 'Cause mine's the only heart I'm gonna have for life After all the times I went and fucked it up (All the times I went and fucked it up) I wonder when I love me is enough (is enough) Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah I wonder when I love me is enough I wonder when I love me is enough I'm my own worst critic Talk a whole lot of shit But I'm a ten out of ten Even when I forget I-I-I-I (I'm a ten out of ten, don't you ever forget it) I'm my own worst critic Talk a whole lot of shit But I'm a ten out of ten Even when I forget I-I-I-I Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah I wonder when I love me is enough I wonder when I love me is enough Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah I wonder when I love me is enough Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Little_sub_brat: I'm tired of sleeping on us I'm over dodging this crush I'm sick of waiting ten minutes just to text you back So you don't get to thinkin' that I'm too attached I'm more than benefit friends I'm more than just a weekend binge I want you to be my hottie riding shottie, I don't want nobody's body but your body, babe All I'm tryna say is There's a difference between "miss ya" and "I miss your face" And there's a difference in "what's going on?" and "baby, how was your day?" Yeah, there's a hell of a difference in saying three words or kinda just meaning two And there's a difference in "love ya" and "I love you" And I wanna be the difference, yeah I do I wanna be the difference between "hey, what's up?' and "what are we gonna do tonight?" Between "yeah, she's cool, we hang out sometimes" and "that girl right there, she's mine" Between leading ya on and holdin' your hand Sittin' it out and "girl, let's dance" Between playing it safe and taking the chance Yeah, pumpin' the brakes and hittin' the gas There's a difference between "miss ya" and "I miss your face" And there's a difference in "what's going on?" and "baby, how was your day?" Yeah, there's a hell of a difference in saying three words or kinda just meaning two And there's a difference in "love ya" and "I love you" And I wanna be the difference, close the distance And be that puzzle piece you didn't even know you was missing baby Oh, I wanna be the difference, yeah I do There's a difference between "miss ya" and "I miss your face" And there's a difference in "what's going on?" and "naby, how was your day?" Yeah, there's a hell of a difference in saying three words or kinda just meaning two And there's a difference in "love ya" and "I love you" And I wanna be the difference, oh yeah I wanna be the difference I wanna be the difference Little_sub_brat: Turn a boy into a man in just one night Now you wanna be my lover Like you've never seen in colour Yeah, I get off when I see that you're in pain Want that high top or the mountain Dipping in the holy fountain You don't want love unless it's mine Now you want it all the time Yeah, you want me all out your mind You don't want love unless it's mine It don't feel right unless it's mine 24 hours on your mind Now you want it all the time You don't want love unless it's mine It don't feel right unless it's mine 24 hours on your mind Now you want it all the time You don't want love unless it's Look at you, looking up, down on your knees Treading in the sacred waters Waiting 'till the high gets stronger Yeah, yeah, I'll keep begging begging, ooh I'm your fetish, ooh Come and get it, ooh You don't want love unless it's mine Now you want it all the time Yeah, you want me all out your mind You don't want love unless it's mine It don't feel right unless it's mine 24 hours on your mind Now you want it all the time You don't want love unless it's mine It don't feel right unless it's mine 24 hours on your mind Now you want it all the time You don't want love unless it's mine I'll keep begging begging, ooh I'm your fetish, ooh Come and get it, ooh You don't want love unless it's mine It don't feel right unless it's mine 24 hours on your mind Now you want it all the time You don't want love unless it's mine It don't feel right unless it's mine 24 hours on your mind Now you want it all the time You don't want love unless it's mine Little_sub_brat: So let me just give up So let me just let go If this isn't good for me Well I don't wanna know Let me just stop trying Let me just stop fighting I don't want your good advice Or reasons why I'm alright You don't know what it's like You don't know what it's like Can't stop these feet from sinking And it's starting to show on me You're staring while I'm blinking But just don't tell me what you see I'm so over all this bad luck Hearing one more "Keep your head up" Is it ever gonna change? So let me just give up So let me just let go If this isn't good for me Well I don't wanna know Let me just stop trying Let me just stop fighting I don't want your good advice Or reasons why I'm alright You don't know what it's like Yeah, you don't know what it's like Don't look at me like that Just like you understand Don't try to pull me back |
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mister Bright Side, glass is half-full
But my tank's half empty, gasket just blew
This always happens
Thirty minutes from home gotta lay a log cabin, only option I have's McDonald's' bathroom
In a public stall droppin' a football so every time someone walks in the John I get Maddened
"Shady, what up?" What? Come on, man, I'm crappin'
And you're askin' for my goddamn autograph on a napkin?
Oh, that's odd, I just happened
To run out of tissue, yeah, hand me that on second thought I'd be glad then
"Thanks dog. Name's Todd, a big fan" I
Wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad threw it back and
Told 'im, "Todd, you're the shit." When's all of this crap end?
Can't pump my gas without causin' an accident
Pump my gas, cut my grass, I can't take out the fuckin' trash
Without someone passin' through my sub harassin'
I'd count my blessings but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow than bask, suffering succotash, but the ant-
Acid it gives my stomach gas
When I mix my corn with my fuckin' mashed
Potatoes, so what hoe kiss my country bumpkin ass
Missouri southern roots, what the fuck is upper class?
Call lunch dinner, call dinner supper, Tupperware in the cupboard plastic ware up the ass
Stuck in the past iPod what the fuck is that?
B-Boy to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn ass
Maybe that's why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still won't change
Maybe that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation that keeps me going
This is the inspiration I need
I could never turn my back on a city that made me
And "life's been good to me so far"
They call me classless I heard that
I second and third that
Don't know what the fuck I'd be doin' if it weren't rap
Probably be a giant turd sack
But I blew, never turned back
Turned forty and still sag
Teenagers act more fuckin' mature Jack
Fuck you gonna say to me? I'll leave on my own terms ass
Hole I'm going berserk, my nerves are bad
But I love the perks my work has
I get to meet famous people look at her, dag
Her nylons are ran, her skirt's snagged and I heard she drag-races [burp] swag
Tuck in my Hanes shirt tag
You're Danica Patrick (yeah) word skag
We'd be the perfect match, 'cause you're a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies
No disrespect to technology
But what the heck's all of these buttons?
You expect me to sit here and learn that?
Fuck I gotta do to hear this new song from Luda
Be an expert at computers?
I'd rather be an Encyclopedia Britannica
Hell with PlayStation, I'm still on my first man on some Zelda
Nintendo, bitch! Run, jump, punch, stab, and I melt the
Mozzarella on my spaghetti put it on bread make a sandwich with Welch's
And belch, they say this spray butter's bad for my health,
But I think this poor white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Fred Sanford and welfare, mentality helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never take full advantage of wealth
I managed to dwell
Within these parameters
Still crammin' the shelves full of Hamburger Helper
I can't even help it, this is the hand I was dealt a
Creature of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an animal shelter
With all these pet peeves, God damn it to hell
I can't stand all these kids with their camera cellphones
I can't go anywhere, I get so mad I could yell the
Other day someone got all elaborate
And stuck a head from a fuckin' dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they spit on my onion rings
I think my karma's catching up with me
Maybe that's why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still won't change
Maybe that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation that keeps me going
This is the inspiration I need
I could never turn my back on a city that made me
And "life's been good to me so far"
Got friends on Facebook all over the world
Not sure what that means, they tell me it's good
So, I'm artist of the decade, I even got a plaque
I'd hang it up but the frame is all cracked
I'm tryin' to be low-key, hopefully nobody notices me
In produce, hunched over, giant nose bleed
Ogre style as I mosey over to the frozen aisle, by the frozen yogurt this guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica with Hova the show's over, I'm hidin' in Kroger buyin' groceries
He just had front-row seats told me to sign his poster then insults me
"Wow up close didn't know you had crow's feet!"
I'm at a crossroads, lost, still shopping at Costco's
Sloppy Joe's, bulk waffles
Got caught pickin' my nose (aaghh!) look over see these two hot hoes
Finger still up one of my nostrils
Right next to 'em, stuck at the light the fuckin' shit's
Takin' forever to change, it's stuck these bitches are lovin' it
Rubbin' it in, chucklin'
Couldn't do nothin' play it off "What you bumpin'?"
"Trunk Muzik, Yelawolf's better", fuckin' bitch
They want me to flip at the label, but I won't succumb to it
The pressure, they want me to follow up with a
Nother one after Recovery was so highly coveted
But what good is a fuckin' recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause I'mma drop the ball if I don't get a grip, hoppin' out shrubbery on you sons of bitches
Wrong subdivision
To fuck with, bitch, quit snappin' fuckin' pictures of my kids
I love my city,
But you pushed me to the limit. What a pity
The shit I complain about
It's like there ain't a cloud in the sky, and it's rainin' out
Kool-Aid stain on the couch, I'll never get it out
But, bitch, I got an elevator in my house, ants and a mouse
I'm livin' the dream
Maybe that's why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still won't change
Maybe that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation that keeps me going
This is the inspiration I need
I could never turn my back on a city that made me
And "life's been good to me so far