Saturday, December 10, 2016

Storytelling (Lifestyle Choices)

She say she likes nerds, but she really like thugs
Sometimes she smokes herb, but she love dem white drugs
She loves to flirt, feeling overdressed in nightclubs
She gets confused at work, “this feels like love”
All this money just to be a naked actress
Tryna please her future husband, she needs practice
She going under the table, no taxes
Making love in da backseat, no mattress
Breaking her daddy’s heart, like her daddy broke hers
Letting her actions say it all, no words
She got a hot temper, and some cold nerves
She tryna fill it with money, cuz her soul hurts
Her past haunts her, like horror movie clips
She talk a good game, and knows how to use her lips
Making suckas fall in lust, when she move her hips
Everynight she falls in love, that’s just who she is
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She puts her self last, never letting hell pass
Living on the edge, like she dropped out of health class
Living for the night, tryna escape her failed past
She the star, on a set, with a male cast
No camera, still their eyes all on her
She takes her clothes off, and gets offers
Alone and naked in a room, like the doctors
Selling game, but in the end, it’s all words
Cuz they just hit it and quit it, and give her fake digits
And if the numbers real, its only for them late visits
What’s love when you steady work the date business
First hand experience, taught her what the rape risk is
Too high, she too fly, to fall for loose lies
But every new guy, promises a new life
And deep inside, she fiends to be a true wife
Two wrong’s, one song, tell me who’s right
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Looking for love in all the wrong places
First, second, third they home, all bases
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Big heart, hidden underneath, her big tits
Probably why she stays, attracted, to them misfits
The type who leave, even quicker than they finish
New guy, same result, every instance
But she persistent, with a strong will
Tryna make, the best, up out her raw deal
Burning up the pole, she hot, and got a lotta skill
Money falling from the sky, but it’s not real
Feeling like a puppet cuz somehow there’s always strings attached
Cuz they just see a snatch, but her, she sees a catch
It’s like she’s in a ring getting beat but can’t leave the match
No O, but still, her heart’s beating fast
Looking in the mirror for a change in the changing room
DJ just called her by her stage name, she’ll take it soon
Beat loud, as she dances to a naked tune
Looking in the crowd, for a man, she can make a groom

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