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DX - Still My Bitch (She Get Around)
Chorus: Can't stop thinking about you , thinking about you Its almost like I wish that I wasn't allowed to Sitting here, rolling the piff, scrolling through pics Even tho you get around, you know your my bitch Its no fun drinking without you, drinking without you Take a sip, but it tastes like shit Can't stop thinking about you, thinking about you Even tho you get around, your still my bitch Verse: No extended metaphors, this is just a letter for A girl Imma bout to meet up with on the eleventh floor You knew I was fond of you, but I didnt come on to you Your the one responsible, you made the moves, that I responded to Talkin bout our past history, I knew she was diggin me Sayin that she wishes I was the one who took her virginity She wrapped her legs around me, and I stare in between Wonder how it would feel, if I got in them jeans Talking in the day, sippin drinks, discussing life Then we got drunk and start touchin in the night Mutual attraction, playing wit me in the taxi Talking dirty in my ear, sayin i bet they gunna catch me She makes me happy, but it's complicated son She likes many boys, but says I'm her favorite one Should I pretend not to care where she sticks her tongue Its like every single night she has a different one She tells me shit thats intimate, like who shes with n shit Than tells me im the one she wants to be hittin it While she gettin me hard, Im gettin mentally scarred Its like your mouth is always open, no entry is barred My concerns subside, when you let me inside But when I slide back out, the same thoughts re-enter my mind So where does it leave me now? I have no clue She says I have so many things that I can show you Damn dont I feel special, parenthesis, sarcasm Still I daydream about how I can make you orgasm Maybe Im just horny, or maybe what we have is real But the doubts seem to obscure how I really feel Im gunna ignore the past, leave it, just let it be And shift my attention to us being together presently Chorus: Can't stop thinking about you , thinking about you Its almost like I wish that I wasn't allowed to Sitting here, rolling the piff, scrolling through pics Even tho you get around, you know your my bitch Its no fun drinking without you, drinking without you Take a sip, but it tastes like shit Can't stop thinking about you, thinking about you Even tho you get around, your still my bitch
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So save me your sorrys I'm raisin a Army Revolutionary warfare with Damian Marley We sparkin da irons marchin to Zion You know how Nas be NYC state of mind I'm in Last edited by DXavier23; 04-20-2009 at 05:54 PM. |
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Nicely done, as usual. This is a change of pace for you, content-wise, and isn't as strong lyrically as usual with you. The first verse started off hot, but it kind of wavered a little bit as it went on. Still, good stuff, keep on doing your shit.
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Join Date: Sep 2006
Location: NYC
Posts: 1,765
Repped: 192
Repped 1,682 Times in 143 Posts
Neg Reps: 0
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I hear u man and I appreciate the helpful feed. Sometimes I go for the real lyrical approach, other times I just write about what I'm going through. This one was a representation of the latter , which could have been executed maybe a little better but still IMO was good enough to post for others to see.
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So save me your sorrys I'm raisin a Army Revolutionary warfare with Damian Marley We sparkin da irons marchin to Zion You know how Nas be NYC state of mind I'm in |
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