ur touch sends a jolt thru my bones
drives my heart wild
ur wrds get me high
ur luv is a drug
takin me higher
lik a sereinge in my arm
n nw dat u aint here u gt me goin thru withdrawls.
gt me feelin confused lonely and lost.
where am i posed 2 go 4 my high
when u cutt off my supply.
hw do u expect me 2 get thru dese luv withdrawls
i aint ready 2 giv up wat we had
n i refuse 2 go 2 rehab
i wanna overdose on u
wat im tryna say
is dat i need anotha hit of u
I stole a dirt bike and somebody told pop-pop damn!!!! He donâ€™t play that shit heâ€™s a mean old man. He made me pick out my own switch just to beat my ass with it. At first I bought him this little limb and the way he looked at me I knew I was really going to get it then. He went to the trunk of his car and pulled out Ole Bessie. I immediately started to cry. I could of shitted on myself, DAMNâ€¦DAMNâ€¦ DAMNâ€¦WHY!!! You see Ole Bessie was this belt about a inch thick with holes that ran down the middle of it. The belt buckle I think was made of lead and when he hit you with it that was your ass. Pop-Pop walked over with Ole Bessie in hand and started to talk to meâ€¦ he said, â€œWhy did you take that bike it didnâ€™t belong to you. You know better boy what has gotten into you.â€ I was scared as hell the tears were streaming down my face and snot running out my nose. I opened my mouth hoping to say something intelligent and all that came out was â€œthey gave it to me.â€ Boy here come Ole Bessie flying from the skyâ€¦ wham, on my legs wham on my back wham, wham, wham on my butt. Ole Bessie was coming from all directions and pop-pop never broke a sweat. He gave me about 10 more hits but it seemed like he was beating my ass for about 20 more minutes. When he got done my ass my arms my legs my back shit my legs and my back had so many whelps for a minute I thought I was a run-away slave. The ass whooping I got that day should go down in history. Pop-Pop taught me a lesson about stealing never again did I take something that didnâ€™t belong to me. Now I have a son of my own and I tell him the story of what happened to me that day. Hoping he stays on the right path. Because what he donâ€™t know is that I inherited Ole Bessie.
MY MAN loves me…
So you can sit over there and glare at us out of all your jealousy
Look at you showing off your womanly parts and whispering your snide remarks in our direction.
I know its only because you envy the fact that I’m getting MY MANs affection.
You wish that me and you could switch shoes so he could knock yo boots?(HA!) Not even for a day!
Don’t let the classy exterior fool you girl I will NEVER let it go down that way!
I couldn’t care less about y’all’s past or what you and him might have had.
Because thats old news, it aint happening girl! Its over and done like a passing fad…
I hear ya talking, telling ya friends how you thought he just gave you the eye.
But he sitting here with me , with his had on my knee, maybe you should ask yourself why.
Please believe, if he wanted to leave, I love him but I’m not making him stay.
Yet and still, he’s all in my grill, committed to me day by day.
Maybe its because I do what it takes to KEEP MY MAN happy.
And guess what, it don’t take much, why? Because, MY MAN loves ME.