I don't wanna be loved, I don't wanna be loved. I just want a quickie; no bite marks, no scratches, & no hickies. - Okay, I'll stop singing. I was sitting on Juelz box singing, so I figured I'd relieve her and just blog. So what's up? I'm chillin', yo. My day started off terrible. I had so much on my mind and I still do. I really don't know how to put it into words, man. I briefly talked to Jeanri today. Duuuddee, I fucking miss her. She was my bestfriend, but I guess we both grew out of each other. She's single now, I hear. I don't know how long that'll last, lol. I swear that girl keeps a nigga on deck. You have to respect her pimp hand, for it is so strong; nonetheless, I love her to death. Oh, Firefox says "Jeanri" isn't a word, ha!
Today, I went to the mall with J. Dom & Cal. We chilled out for a minute and I saw my old friend Dee. Man, that nigga is still short as fuck, but he grew the fuck up. Doesn't even look the same. It's been a minute, yo. I miss that part of my life. Ehh, I won't go down memory lane though. This nigga J. Dom was killin' me, yo. This chick we saw was fucking GORGEOUS, but she had this jersey on. Why this nigga get loud as fuck and say "She got a fake Fubu jersey on, you know she tryna get a man." Duudddde, I almost died. Heh, anyway, on my way out Juelz called me. Her little ol' voice havin' ass. I told her I'd call her back when I got back home though. Shit we went to the spot. I laid down a verse for a song and they smoked, drank, and all the same shit they usually do. After that, I went home. On my way home I called Juelz back. Stopped in the gas station, bought a black and chilled out talking to her for a minute. Ahh, smoked that black and killed my lungs a little bit more. I stayed on the phone with her for all of a billion hours. Y'all know I got that "45 minute" thing, so don't try to clown me bros and hoes. Lol, seriously though. I'm chillin'. I want some chocolate and I want to go smoke the other Black I have in the car. I'll save that for later on. Ehh, No sense in going to sleep though. My moms dude is coming over to clean out the garage and I have to let him in. I guess I'll help out though, I ain't got shit else to do. I know I feel like writing a poem, so I'll write one right now; brb in a few.
Say What?
By: Jay Adams
Damn, what the fuck?
Say what?
Baby, stop playin' - you really feelin' that?
Shit me too - what are the odds of that.
Hold on, you say what?
You want to make me happy?
Nah, I don't see that happening.
Because I'm a hard person to get along with
and when I feel love I prolong it.
See I don't get - why people sit up under each other day.
I mean my moms say - that its easy to get sick of someone.
I damn sure do - so let's not be quick to jump the gun.
Hold on, baby, baby, baby, you say whatttt?
Shhh, stop talking before I run out of luck
Because I know I'ma say something to fuck things up.
I have a sharp tongue that I really have a hard time smoothing out.
And it's hard for me to trust, I don't see these insecurities moving out.
Psh, stop playin' - girl you don't really mean that.
Because it seems that - if you really did,
I don't know how I'd react.
So just take that back, because I don't wanna break your heart.
I'm know to take those and rip them right apart.
You, you, huh? Damn, you say what?
You are willing to risk that in order to see me smile?
But baby, it's been a while since I let my wall down.
You know, it keeps me masculine, makes me feel tough.
Honestly, I'm scared - I can't deal with love.
I mean I want to love you and I want you to love me too.
But, I don't think I'm ready, and thats the honest truth.
You sayyyy whattt?
Damn, what am I to do?
I guess I'll just say I love you too.
Lol, I just wrote that in the blog. It's not my best, but it's cool - I guess. It's more of a spoken word piece. Anyway, sportscenter is on. Dudddeeee, it's all-star weekend. Tomorrow is the Skills Challenge, 3-Point Shoot out and Dunk Contest! I'm ready for it. I can't wait for the All-Star game on Sunday either. Oh, I'm geeked about that. Eh, I guess I'll leave y'all here. Be easy and thanks for rockin' with me this time. I'll be back tomorrow.
IMSOFLYIGOTWINGSONMYNIKESHO.
Outro.
Today, I went to the mall with J. Dom & Cal. We chilled out for a minute and I saw my old friend Dee. Man, that nigga is still short as fuck, but he grew the fuck up. Doesn't even look the same. It's been a minute, yo. I miss that part of my life. Ehh, I won't go down memory lane though. This nigga J. Dom was killin' me, yo. This chick we saw was fucking GORGEOUS, but she had this jersey on. Why this nigga get loud as fuck and say "She got a fake Fubu jersey on, you know she tryna get a man." Duudddde, I almost died. Heh, anyway, on my way out Juelz called me. Her little ol' voice havin' ass. I told her I'd call her back when I got back home though. Shit we went to the spot. I laid down a verse for a song and they smoked, drank, and all the same shit they usually do. After that, I went home. On my way home I called Juelz back. Stopped in the gas station, bought a black and chilled out talking to her for a minute. Ahh, smoked that black and killed my lungs a little bit more. I stayed on the phone with her for all of a billion hours. Y'all know I got that "45 minute" thing, so don't try to clown me bros and hoes. Lol, seriously though. I'm chillin'. I want some chocolate and I want to go smoke the other Black I have in the car. I'll save that for later on. Ehh, No sense in going to sleep though. My moms dude is coming over to clean out the garage and I have to let him in. I guess I'll help out though, I ain't got shit else to do. I know I feel like writing a poem, so I'll write one right now; brb in a few.
Say What?
By: Jay Adams
Damn, what the fuck?
Say what?
Baby, stop playin' - you really feelin' that?
Shit me too - what are the odds of that.
Hold on, you say what?
You want to make me happy?
Nah, I don't see that happening.
Because I'm a hard person to get along with
and when I feel love I prolong it.
See I don't get - why people sit up under each other day.
I mean my moms say - that its easy to get sick of someone.
I damn sure do - so let's not be quick to jump the gun.
Hold on, baby, baby, baby, you say whatttt?
Shhh, stop talking before I run out of luck
Because I know I'ma say something to fuck things up.
I have a sharp tongue that I really have a hard time smoothing out.
And it's hard for me to trust, I don't see these insecurities moving out.
Psh, stop playin' - girl you don't really mean that.
Because it seems that - if you really did,
I don't know how I'd react.
So just take that back, because I don't wanna break your heart.
I'm know to take those and rip them right apart.
You, you, huh? Damn, you say what?
You are willing to risk that in order to see me smile?
But baby, it's been a while since I let my wall down.
You know, it keeps me masculine, makes me feel tough.
Honestly, I'm scared - I can't deal with love.
I mean I want to love you and I want you to love me too.
But, I don't think I'm ready, and thats the honest truth.
You sayyyy whattt?
Damn, what am I to do?
I guess I'll just say I love you too.
Lol, I just wrote that in the blog. It's not my best, but it's cool - I guess. It's more of a spoken word piece. Anyway, sportscenter is on. Dudddeeee, it's all-star weekend. Tomorrow is the Skills Challenge, 3-Point Shoot out and Dunk Contest! I'm ready for it. I can't wait for the All-Star game on Sunday either. Oh, I'm geeked about that. Eh, I guess I'll leave y'all here. Be easy and thanks for rockin' with me this time. I'll be back tomorrow.
IMSOFLYIGOTWINGSONMYNIKESHO.
Outro.
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