Chorus:
Yea… so I’m fucked, no matter what road I take in life/
Its like the hips on a blonde chick ain’t shaking right/
So I guess ill await the lord’s judgement, till my court is adjourned/
I wouldn’t say ima liar, I’m not playing with fire, but I still get burned/

Theres this one damn girl man I can’t stand her shit/
But theres sumthin bout the bitch that I just cant ditch/
I don’t even like her, matter of fact she makes me delirious and pissed/
But I’m guessin that’s the definition of a “serious friendship/
Now she ain’t perfect, matter of fact she’s all wrong/
So now I this song I guess it’s clear I wasted a year all along/
No names to be said, but this bitch plays games wit my head/
Gets me so torched my fuckin faced is scorched till its flaming red/
Its like it came and then, it all of sudden left before I knew it/
I think I screwed it up but who knew I woulda blew it/
Man I had this shit wrapped like a christmas gift/
Like I had no limit to my gift certificate/
But I do know one thing tho, bitches they come they go/
No I aint gunna bite off slim cuz i respect him, but chicks just aint my bag of yay yo/


Chorus:
Yea… so I’m fucked, no matter what road I take in life/
Its like the hips on a blonde chick ain’t shaking right/
So I guess ill await the lord’s judgement, till my court is adjourned/
I wouldn’t say ima liar, I’m not playing with fire, but I still get burned/

So we move along, id like yall to meet my mom/
She just don’t know im bout to explode like a bomb/
Cuz I get as much tough luck from her as I do the hundred others/
Wonder whatd itd be like if she didn’t make my older sisters younger brother/
But I love her, there just alot of hot steam up between us/
If yall had seen us, u would never expect that we were mother and son/
She always says im a pistol, I take it as im one wonderful gun/
Im always storming, but when the thunderbolts done its like a hundred to one/
I wanna be hung, no I don’t and no I won’t be, just find some time to spend in a crawl space/
Cuz fuck all days, ill always remember till the day I say sumthin to spit in all of yall’s face/
But I do know one thing tho, bitches they come they go/
No I aint gunna bite off slim cuz i respect him, but chicks just aint my bag of yay yo/




Chorus:
Yea…….. so I’m fucked, no matter what road I take in life/
Its like the hips on a blonde chick ain’t shaking right/
So I guess ill await the lord’s judgement, till my court is adjourned/
I wouldn’t say ima liar, I’m not playing with fire, but I still get burned/

True shit homie
Hope u like it

dopeness i must say my friend...
very good flow,..excellent schem,..nice topic,..
good meta's nice mulities you use,..nice word usage...
very dope..
10/10 for me,..i liked this one alot,..one of your best i must say :D
keep it up man, you doing better and better,...but now you gotta get a mic dogg :D so we can do some work...peace

actually now that i think of it the title does make sense

thanx mentol

uppin for more feedback first real rhyme ive written in like 4 months

"i like it, i like it a lot"- loyd christmas

yo I've been wantin to write a song like this for a while now. It is almost eire how similar my thoughts on the subject are. I wastede a year of my life to on a back stabbin bitch. but love tha flow. Maybe when i get my shit written you can check it out
lataz

This is Weak Bra
check out my piece featuring my older Brother Dre La Quik and Lil Youngsta called Half Steppin
very gangsta

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