Old girl shit

by **Emadyville** » Aug 20th, '08, 05:51

Haha found this with a few other verses/songs I wrote about this girl I dated about 3 years ago, this is when I really started writing, and since my laptop had a virus I've been on my old computer and found these. Figured I'd share one, maybe you'll get a laugh.

I’m back again and tired of these girl complications,
Ready to smack her face in, if communication,
Happens one more time, in the same situation,
This list I’m facing, causes realization,
That assassination is not a hallucination,
But yo I’d never do it but sometimes I feel,
That no matter how much they appeal, my heart they steal,
Conceal, emotions and toy with me,
Annoying me, until its destroying me,
But for all you it’s a little known fact,
That I ain’t violent, but a riddle I smack,
Put you back in your place in the middle of the pack,
Even though you hurt me and belittle my past,
Now conviction caused eviction,
Little be known to me sex was your addiction,
We coulda cause friction, but reality is weirder then fiction,
So this is my prediction, since it all started the night of benediction,
That everything you said there after was contradiction,
I’m tired of being mixed with vixens, just kissing,
For one whole week I admit you I was missing,
But the fine line between getting cock-blocked was narrow,
Until you told me to leave lock-stock and barrel,
And cupids arrow, hopefully just grazed me,
But crazy is how I feel and lazy, since then everythings hazy,
Maybe, what you did to play me, wasn’t as shady, as thought but baby,
What you do to me is not getting through to me,
I need to wake up and take up a new cutie,
Find someone better, cause I know I deserve it,
No tissues were wetter, or had my nerves split,
As much as once was, but it’s just because,
I don’t know if I can ever again trust love,
I must shove, and no longer put lust above,
But if it was a right fit with a tight grip I must cuss gloves,
And finally yo this experience, took my heart and was tearin it,
Now and for awhile it will be appearing ripped,
But I’m tired of complaining and not sustaining,
Put my heart on the paper, like and artist does with a painting,
And for the last time the times we spent, and the time I lent,
Giving to you, to be living through what I repent.