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munkysaurus (profile) wrote, on 3-28-2004 at 5:38pm | |
Music: Incubus - Southern Girl Subject: The sonic material brain manifestations of those of the numb, come... |
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Yo' yo' check it, check it. Let me break it down to you. I set a date lost a mate gained a new found sense of hate The worl' is stuck in the 18th century I lost another thing dear to me Now, I can't bust the beats I can't rap, I can't rhyme Why the fuck am I wastin' my fuckin' time. My job, yeah, she's a bitch All the people do is snitch Nag, and rag, what a fuckin drag! Cough* I miss Jessica I miss not doing anything in art class I miss talking about sex in Anatomy I miss the ability to have passion towards drawing and writing |
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