Friday, November 20, 2009

Letter to The Next

The idea of being wit u is like a race I can never win cause im always on the chase Neva type of thing cause the no mix up Don't blame me for the past cause thinks I fixed up To me im trying to get more in your brain No more den things like your name I wanna be the reason u smile in the street The thing that makes your heart skip a beat Even the thought of me might make u most in the sheets But I just wanna manage time to be round Let you know the real me and how I get down Cause im a nice guy sweet heart and a clown And wit some words I guess im a bird But I just want the time to be heard Don't blame me for what I did last I just wanna think bout the present fast Cause it more things that I wanna show But u gotta let me know R u really down to let pass yall wall The name that u laugh to when your friends call I just want u to know that I clear to see I want u to be something important to me

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