still got it. like riding a bike.
so i can fucking train my hair to be like james dean’s hair. hair people where you at?
note to self.
60% of the music i listen to these days makes me want to make love.
25% makes me sad.
15% makes me want to drink.
but i can’t.
fuck. i wish i could be as strong as i am for you for myself. hate having all this time on my hands to think.
” i have the scars to prove the clock strikes with her hands.”
it’s truth, justice, and a shiny gold tooth.
Cuz I can sing better than an autotuned Wayne. And I’m all about winning hearts. Too bad no one will hear it.
but i ain’t see much in between.
so i celebrate, or i self-medicate.” —shaun boothe
i know when things are done.
but it always takes me a long time to turn pages.
looks like it’s just ball and booze for days.
don’t go messin’ this up. homies. fam. chase happiness. simple. keys to life.
and she tries to make him wear less dad-like jeans.
precious. i want that shit. happy fathers day.
guess i’m on that cool out thinking music thing again. this is easily one of the best songs. ever. thank god i had good musical influences growing up. mos’ verse is hands down my favorite verse ever.
“Separate the real from the lie, let me learn you
Not strong, only aggressive, cause the power ain’t directed
That’s why, we are subjected to the will of the oppressive
Not free, we only licensed
Not live, we just excitin’
Cause the captors.. own the masters.. to what we writin’
Not compassionate, only polite, we well trained
Our sincerity’s rehearsed and staged, it’s just a game
Not good, but well behaved cause the camera survey
most of the things that we think, do, or say
We chasin’ after death just to call ourselves brave
But everyday, next man meet with the grave
I give a damn if any fan recall my legacy
I’m tryin’ to live life in the sight of God’s memory”