Plain Ole Me
06-22-2010, 02:52 PM
i need a second to breath, im gaspin for air, hands graspin this chair
lifes movin too fast.. and it seems God's not answerin prayers
or maybe the answers just aint what i want here.. im so unprepared
my dark hide's dark sides' like Anakin's mannequin, man in the mirror
my plans was so clear til reality stepped in and scuffed perceptions
see august oh-nine was think best men, weddings, receptions..
mixed signals turned busy, no reception, calls returned via textin
insecurites became best friends, doubts as yes men, salty like epson
late nite insomnia, write it out to get and like a dummy press send
cant quit still gotta press in cap and gown semester, class clown jester
professors lectured but they aint touch the kid, molester
yessir.. two degrees, three years, no job, no car or pot to piss in
alumni association askin for donations, they aint assist with my tuition
intutions suggest an intermission, pressed ignore enrolled in post grad
was told to sleep when im dead, at this rate wont be long before that
outside appear call cool collected mentally still stuck on before THAT
like if we can just get back on the same page, I'll readjust and format
she adjusts, I'm doormat, crushed floored dag.. you've moved on?
I don't buy it.. i cant afford to lose hope, so save it like coupons
friends tell me to move on, find a new pawn to play with..
but these hot chicks is lukewarm, all i see is anonymous faces
no standouts, most got they hands out looking for hand outs
how you expect me to respect you when i met u at ya mans house?
All i do is sit at home, study LSAT prep, apply for jobs and text chics
get on face book, goto my dead end job, the order some net flixs
rnb on, vibe to chrisette and ex miss. i need an exit from this cycle
goin pyscho, sometimes i feel like whiteboys get messed up like typos..
nah thats a typo, thats not my type though just how im feeling inside
using sex as escape, porn or a girl from my dorm that feeling me inside
that'll let me feel her.. inside.. in hopes i'll start feeling her.. inside
but deep down, i just wanna be deep down, i dont wanna be deep now
so i guess thats a waste of a degree pal.. those pysch classes
i only took em so to smash the bad chick in the white glasses
types passive, so i glance from my vantage and start planning
to have her in backseats sandwiched before exams end
i was on facebook way too much to even front like i paid attention
but my grades was good so i guess osmosis was my brains retention
books in packagin, still im avergin A's like exchange students grades
fulltime job, workin like a slave cause my fafsa said no loans for aid
lifes movin too fast.. and it seems God's not answerin prayers
or maybe the answers just aint what i want here.. im so unprepared
my dark hide's dark sides' like Anakin's mannequin, man in the mirror
my plans was so clear til reality stepped in and scuffed perceptions
see august oh-nine was think best men, weddings, receptions..
mixed signals turned busy, no reception, calls returned via textin
insecurites became best friends, doubts as yes men, salty like epson
late nite insomnia, write it out to get and like a dummy press send
cant quit still gotta press in cap and gown semester, class clown jester
professors lectured but they aint touch the kid, molester
yessir.. two degrees, three years, no job, no car or pot to piss in
alumni association askin for donations, they aint assist with my tuition
intutions suggest an intermission, pressed ignore enrolled in post grad
was told to sleep when im dead, at this rate wont be long before that
outside appear call cool collected mentally still stuck on before THAT
like if we can just get back on the same page, I'll readjust and format
she adjusts, I'm doormat, crushed floored dag.. you've moved on?
I don't buy it.. i cant afford to lose hope, so save it like coupons
friends tell me to move on, find a new pawn to play with..
but these hot chicks is lukewarm, all i see is anonymous faces
no standouts, most got they hands out looking for hand outs
how you expect me to respect you when i met u at ya mans house?
All i do is sit at home, study LSAT prep, apply for jobs and text chics
get on face book, goto my dead end job, the order some net flixs
rnb on, vibe to chrisette and ex miss. i need an exit from this cycle
goin pyscho, sometimes i feel like whiteboys get messed up like typos..
nah thats a typo, thats not my type though just how im feeling inside
using sex as escape, porn or a girl from my dorm that feeling me inside
that'll let me feel her.. inside.. in hopes i'll start feeling her.. inside
but deep down, i just wanna be deep down, i dont wanna be deep now
so i guess thats a waste of a degree pal.. those pysch classes
i only took em so to smash the bad chick in the white glasses
types passive, so i glance from my vantage and start planning
to have her in backseats sandwiched before exams end
i was on facebook way too much to even front like i paid attention
but my grades was good so i guess osmosis was my brains retention
books in packagin, still im avergin A's like exchange students grades
fulltime job, workin like a slave cause my fafsa said no loans for aid