Son a gun

Hey peeps! guess what!! jag ar ledig i tre dagar! sa de kommer bli tre dagar med bloggen ;) haha

just nu sitter jag pa sangen och ska strax upp for att gora mig iordning..ska in mot stan och mota annelie en stund.. blir nog lite bilder ocksa :D det ska vara 16 plusgrader idag och det ar ju den basta nyheten jag fatt hittils.. trakigt liv eller hur? :P mitt lilla mysterium dock e vad jag ska ha pa mig :/ asch jag kommer nog pa nagot :)

hors snart!!



You must have thought you had game, now you, what?
Walkin' ‘round, like you're down, you don't give a…
But you don't really wanna be forgot into the streets,
I'm a lover, not a fighter, but I crack your teeth
Boy I plead please, no, don't bother me.
Cuz when you had me you ain't know how to chill wit' me
You wanna be in the streets with the freak-nies
But now you all up on them knees, still joggin' me.
But I'm gonna say it real, real, keep it real,
What the deal? How you feel? Is it real? Is you sick?
Cuz I'm the deal, still here, what the feelin'
Is real, don't front, cuz boy I'm the…
I'm doin' better without you, playa, and I'm happy without you, playa,
This song is about you, playa
Motha fucker son of a gun,


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