2 September 2012
This is just part of a rap I wrote so ya tell me what u guys think please I'd love feedback
Now I'm thinking I got on her bandwagon to late To bad she wants all her love on a gold plate People sayin I'm underate, How bout we recreate this golden state,
This golden state, we'll make it green When first seen she's more beautiful than anyone on the silver screen But misery creeps up unseen, and crushes all my school boy crush dreams.
Lately my dreams are like nightmares, nah f##k that I ain't frighten fair When she's around me I want to make her walk on air Ok your right I murder flows where's my electric chair,
What other murderers want to be billionaires There's millions of us scattered everywhere To bad there's not enough money for me to share
I got love though, ya a lot of it Just enough to give alittle back to the public Shit maybe I'll go over my budget
They call me mister budget, Cause they always love the bud I get She broke my heart now I got an oxygen debt Someone pass me another marijuana cigarette
Opuss № I