Stop Lookin Back (bout females)

stop lookin back (bout females
Current mood: nostalgic

dis gonna be the last song bout past relationships



i gotta stop lookin back
on relations i had
i gotta stop lookin back
on dem scallywags i bagged
i gotta stop lookin back
on my past lovelife
cuz if i keep lookin back
i aint gonna find a right wife

i gotta stop lookin back
on bitches that did me wrong
i gotta stop lookin back
and makin "girl, we over" songs
i gotta stop lookin back
gotta stop reminissin
so i stop lookin back
cuz few females im missin

lookin back the last time, on my past wives
who held my hand, felt coarse grooves n my lifeline
remember the first dime, and her name was Dani,
first women, i wanted, who let me get in da panties
the only woman i knew who had a real real luv,
Fo Me
the only woman i could ever trully trust
cuz see
me, Charli B, I gots some trust issues
my "homeboy" fuked my next girl, and it wasnt a lust issue
cuz dey hid it from me, creepin, i saw where it headed
not much feelin for dis one, but me/my "dawg" not cope-a-stedick
but back to D gurl, 8 years later, still talk and all dat
her place in my world, i got luv, its true, a small fact
and when she gets married, id like to be at the weddin
cuz my luv fo her unconditional like angels n heaven
or demons n hell, i did her dirty in our relationship
cuz i was dumb and sixteen and didnt know a faithful chick

when i seen one


i gotta stop lookin back
on relations i had
i gotta stop lookin back
on dem scallywags i bagged
i gotta stop lookin back
on my past lovelife
cuz if i keep lookin back
i aint gonna find a right wife

i gotta stop lookin back
on bitches that did me wrong
i gotta stop lookin back
and makin "girl, we over" songs
i gotta stop lookin back
gotta stop reminissin
so i stop lookin back
cuz few females i be missin


i gotta stop lookin back, thats why i wrote this song
no more, "i miss u", "i hate you", or "Fuck u, u did me wrong"
last song about the past, bout that ass dat i used to smash,
hot sex in the grass, just glass from my shattered past, LAUGH
about it now, u heard the songs i dropped about my gangsta Ex,
coke sex on bathroom floor, sniffin powder off her chest.
when id quit, she get me hooked, pull out bags and get me shook
when id quit her, try to book, her tears were bad, plus those looks
turned to dependancies holdin on me so I'd stay
she grab a blade and threaten me with her suicidal ways
say i looked at a broad, she splash me wit a drink
see security hold me back, I know thats what u think
but thats not what happened, hieneken bottle she crackin
bouncers hold her bak when, they askin me what happened
i just tell dem, i love my crazy ass girl, understand
4 years, always took her back, then ditched me for another man


i gotta stop lookin back
on relations i had
i gotta stop lookin back
on dem scallywags i bagged
i gotta stop lookin back
on my past lovelife
cuz if i keep lookin back
i aint gonna find a right wife

i gotta stop lookin back
on bitches that did me wrong
i gotta stop lookin back
and makin "girl, we over" songs
i gotta stop lookin back
gotta stop reminissin
so i stop lookin back
cuz few females i be missin


gotta stop lookin back and Charli pediks, so SO serious
last verse about broads i was with fo sho short periods
there was Jakal from michigan, preppy girl wit and ass so so good
wish i could rip again but good girl wanted Cee cuz he so so hood
she was in a phase, and im amazed , that i never wifed L-bomb from K
woman front preceedin verse merked relation wit Loorin, still think 2day
i wanna be wit her, cuz i love her like sister,
n i lust for her in many other ways, then there's A
gringa from pinecrest, when her head lay upon my chest
she had my mind in vex, cause i could trust her unlike the rest
i was A dub at her prom, i should hae made it special
shellshocked from a ghetto bitch, and had demons in my mental
sentimental feelins cheated with my ex from 2nd poem
she gave death threats to my white girl aand fukdup what i had goin
but its all my fault, i was weak, a dick is what i am
probably sound like a bitch when i say i feel dirty after 1 night stands
too many drunken nights wit girls on drugs dat fell in love
cant make connections cuz heart stone cold pumpin purple blood
and truthfully it all karma for the wrong i did to all dem queens
and ill probably die alone still thinkin bout the girl in dreams


i gotta stop lookin back
on relations i had
i gotta stop lookin back
on dem scallywags i bagged
i gotta stop lookin back
on my past lovelife
cuz if i keep lookin back
i aint gonna find a right wife

i gotta stop lookin back
on bitches that did me wrong
i gotta stop lookin back
and makin "girl, we over" songs
i gotta stop lookin back
gotta stop reminissin
so i stop lookin back
cuz few females i be missin

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Current mood: drunk
Category: Writing and Poetry

sit back take a wak and lend C an earhole
c period PEDIKs been nutty nuts sinse year old
out the k hole in M I Yayo, i combust n cook blow
whoa!
dress down, holes in my clothes wit O's enclosed
i got a migrane in mind but not skitzo it be my bro
heard voices many a time , disregaurd vocal appearance
cuz after wake up! chas, get outta bed
comes kill ur parents
demons on my back n claws in my kindneys
semem in urinary track blast evil into pigmeys
guess i drink too much
sin and sell dat dust
get real wit my road dogs and camp dat blunt
had white gold dat look like vampire fronts
my lyrics holy but life voodoo evil like santarian brrrruHA
turn good girl to K Hoe To Coke Hoe den 2 roks raw
i love 2 pac,and dem japaneese pray to ancestors
so i talk to pac and hope i get dose real answers
im killin da mic but wit out genocide
i like oldschoo rock but newschool hope emo dies
bud-DUH dig deep in rock quary in fiends cerebellum
studduh when pig ax me my story if i got tings, where i sell em
so stressed in my mind, brother in Over T on D grind
n i cant find the time to deal wit drug problems
im a mess distressed on da la line, mind jumbled like gang signs
shanked a dude one time but never semi or revolved em
so i lay back alone in Dat Khole n blaze dat blizzy
thinkin bout when mittens was sitten on my lap next 2 dat glizzy
voices used to be busy, signals made me not hear demons
a few years after i jacked my tripple beam in
highschool class, and now i cant laugh, dark past no joke , cant cope, so, it in my mind, repressed to back
dont know if the rhyme scheme right or it iambic pentameter,
but i know blow Hoes fiends white crypt and bangin the brain matter of
a few dudes tat did me wrong
only 12 dollars but i had to be strong
or rather be SEEN strong
so we hunted for two weeks wit dat PH flag at arms
and tis a true story bout the dudes that raise me up
5 years ago at chart house we was in the cut
me and Crazy IJ johnathan ran dice games
made more off servers that way then the right way
but what im talkin bout i aint realize
im drunk beligerant actin tense like TABS cut wit stricnine
n ive been in a darkspot with my brother on da floor
i realize god real cuz i felt the devil knockin on my door
i smile at tears , and try to see ur position
cuz ive seen peers bump heads wit lucifer

HEAD ON COLLISION