A.Renee:

iguess wasnt yo type
or u was tired of amatur night
ididnt think you'd b somethin ilike
im wantin that old thing wen nothin ese in my life
and i write bout the dangerous ladies in pink
and to think ithought red made me weak
but pink make me soft
but just about all got me blue so ihate
sittin there wit the boo boo face
look at shawty like igotta tummy ache
still dustin off lawry's salt
from u in the summer trickin off
ukno wats the craze after all that frontin
after sayin ihope u get aids, i still love ya
but u moved up i see u moved up, while im fallin
icant b mad so live yo life darling

  mp:

and in my universe i eye spy from the sidelines never much of a sports player
watching the souls of my friends or ignorant dudes take her maybe play her sacred
dealing with emotions sometimes feel like a imaginative weapon leaking blood from my heart
but its steady pumping it may skip a beat or two like a scratched compact disc but still starts
i blame on my attractiveness fuck the alcohol song i wont overdose a chick with that
cause the looks side of me is negative compared to other dudes im so sick of that
but im a sweetheart is what they repeat and the sweetness of my heart can never drain
cuz if i dont give it to one female then another i overly share it with to keep her trained
to show her what real love is i wanna collabo with that soul that will mate with me forever
nowhere linked to cheddar or materialistic sweaters for fashion trend setters
lets create a aura a uncontrollable feeling thats forever linked you cant break the chords
which is the humming of a faith that bonds us to end the struggle of our love wars
but since the clock wont rapidly tick faster or skip time to reach that moment
ill have a beating heart thats been beaten but im breathing to breeze till our souls click

  A.Renee:

thats what itold the girl she dont listen
she want get her heart broke, messin wit these niggas
im livie baby cant get no realer
turn me down cus of wat u hearin
wat u hear, im werido
yeah, but its something u'll get to kno
who im kiddin isuck at this love crap
im but the lonley old lady wit 13 cats
human incounters,Disastrous
reason y ima love sick bastard
well, ican love you, thats about it
i can respect u, thats about it
well maybe get u drunk, n a lil sound lit
but im over her, somewhat
well she was somewat of a slut anyways
try not to curse around her
bust a blood vessel, wishin i never found her

  mp:

i can recall when i dialed and called creatively thinking of sexing her raw
phone sex conversating but truly i rather have my soulmate involved
can't help my nerves feelings collide with my air mystical thinking thought patterns
trying to figure wheres shes located so we can relocate from our hearts beating a disaster
used to think of more then 50 cents 21 questions of why must my heart be constantly be shattered
made my negative thinking erupt to cause to mirror image myself to think that i dont matter
while im visiting my past i see that i was heavily mistaken while memories werent earthquakes
nor cloud 9 imaginative so they meet in a timeless situation where i must learn for my sake
coming from a overpowering struggle to just have the opposite sex to cuddle with
to having feelings of being deadly that seemed like a century to recover shit
but its just a learned lesson no second or third guessing i overdose on being positive
so i can always have my heart patched up on my own with music not being the opposite
so im just waiting more patiently then a patient thats vacant in a hospital hating
no need for the negativity even though sometimes i slip but im not a perfect creation