Tired! Y u have to fight with me at Cheesecake???

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The beginning of this video is so painful!  We learn real early people are assholes; all people in so many different ways they choose to be; and in so many different ways they choose not to be.   Everywhere we turn, can be a play while we think it’s real as hell.  It hurts, it hurts bad when someone you completely love doesn’t understand you anymore; and you wonder where they went.  Waiting, hoping, praying for them to come; but you were waiting for the oranges you always dreamed of as you meticulously cared for your Apple tree…

Sick, Sick feelings after you have felt one, the existence of these monsters lives in your head.

I have been an asshole and sometimes I feel like one;

when I am made out to be “mean”;

yeah; there is the cue to play my part and get real careless with my words.

Disregarding feels like you think I am incomplete; so let me complete this…

Breaking news my niggas
If your girlfriend has went to any
Season opener basketball game
Best believe, she’s fucking some niggas on that team
She’s fucking somebody on the basketball team
If she’s at the game

Right, right, yeah
I say bounce that shit like woah
Yeah, bounce that shit like woah
This is not a fairytale, I already know how you like it
Take you to the mall and get you a new outfit
Girl, that’s just some child’s play
Bounce that shit like, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, heard all of the stories about you
I already know and I like it
Take you to the mall and get you a new outfit
Girl that’s just some child’s play
Bounce that shit like, woah, yeah
Bounce that shit like, woah 

Why you gotta fight with me at Cheesecake
You know I love to go there
Say I’m actin’ lightskin, I can’t take you nowhere
This a place for families that drive Camrys and go to Disney
They don’t need to know all of our business
You wildin’, you super childish, you go to CVS for Kotex
In my Bugatti, I took the key and tried to hide it
So you can’t drive it, and put on mileage
Then you find it, awkward silence
Momma is a saint, yes she raised me real good
All because of her I don’t do you like I should
Don’t make me give you back to the hood
Don’t make me give you back

I say bounce that shit like woah
Yeah, bounce that shit like woah
This is not a fairytale, I already know how you like it
Take you to the mall and get you a new outfit
Girl that’s just some child’s play
Bounce that shit like, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, heard all of the stories about you
I already know and I like it
Take you to the mall and get you a new outfit
Girl that’s just some child’s play
Bounce that shit like, woah, yeah
Bounce that shit like, woah

Yeah, rode that dick like a soldier
She rode it like a soldier
She rode it like a jungle soldier
She rode it like a, yeah, yeah
I got it, yeah

You don’t wanna fall in love I know
I’m not someone you should trust I know
I give Chanel out like a hug I know
I knew a couple of your friends way before
How many girls have slept in this bed
Say a different number than the one that’s in my head
Lying to protect you I be doing that a lot
My past checkered like the Louis you just got
Married in our twenties now, where the fun in that?
My city love me like a college running back
Pack a bag you gon’ end up staying where I’m at
Took you from the hood, and I could never give you back
I just wanna let you know that someone love you back
All the Cadillac, like I’m Teddy Pendergrass
Whippin’ on this shit I’m getting ready, where you at?
Riding…

She rode that dick like a soldier
She rode it like a soldier
She rode it like a Melpomene soldier
She rode that dick like a soldier
She rode it like a soldier
She rode it like a jungle soldier
Rode that dick like a soldier
She rode it like a soldier
She rode it like a Melpomene soldier
Burrrrat stick it, b-burrrrat stick it
Burrrrat stick it, ba-ba-ba stick it
Burrrrat stick it, ba-ba-ba stick it
Burrrrat stick it, ba-ba-ba stick it
Burrrrat stick it, ba-ba-ba stick it
Burrrrat stick it, ba-ba-ba stick it

Thank you, thank’s Drake, thanks baby
Motherfuckers drunk and tired
Tired, I’m tired boss

I watched this video for the first time today; I put this song on my playlist during a hard time years ago; and have been playing it on repeat for a few weeks trying to determine what my child brain is saying…  I knew this would be the blog song immediately today.  What I didn’t realize is how much I have sounded like “her” in the video.

I made this video a few days ago;

and spoke how I told my dad over and over as a child.. I needed control over certain things… and I didn’t care what anyone thought or what anyone felt…. It all comes from Child’s Play!

This world is full of Child’s Play; all those emotions we in this world either learn how to ignore or learn how to amp up until they take over control!  We get lied to; we get cheated on; and then we may trust, just maybe even when its hard; and sometimes along the way we play that child’s play.

So many familar games; the fantasy games are amazing but the reality is manipulated by each person with what exist in their head, so you begin to allow the fears; pains to emerge and take control over everything; and you look around and realize you don’t know where you are; what felt like home seems to be buried in a mess; like an unrecognizable neighborhood after a disastrous storm.

The other funny thing is I didn’t know the title of this blog; all I knew was I feel TIRED!

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So, I just put TIRED… in the title spot (pending final title)!  I watch the video and she keeps saying she is tired, tired… and I am like yeahhhhh that is what I feel TIRED.

WE all feel tired; NO MORE BS!  It is what almost everyone serves.

 

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