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[29 Mar 2006|09:03pm] |
so i came home late one night n i dropped the second part real quick before bed n i like it its pretty decent...gettin better...so check it out...shud b in bold
Just when i thought i had u figured out
I dont know any more than when we started out
It's crazy how fast situations change
Perfection for me but u didnt think the same
So now that i know that it reached its peak n its droppin
I prolli shud give up but i know im not stoppin
Cause for once in my life i want things to work out
So that we can be more different than how we started out
Ill continue to push n see how far i can take it
To a whole other level i jes wanna make it
If i can just get one chance to prove to you who i am
I know im not perfect but i'll get as close as i can
I'll be there for you and take you by your hand
No need to rush lets set up a plan
Understand us, so I can be your man
I ain't askin for much...jes one chance
(second parts a lil different haha)
Now I realize that I tried too hard
Knowin' now that I pushed way too far
I guess at times I seem to lose myself
Always tryin' to please everybody else
But I'm different...I'm changed now
I don't give a shit about why, what, or how
Cause' in my mind I got my priorites straight
Friends n' family first...then mayb a date
I don't need to find my soulmate
I'm only seventeen, I gotta whole life to take
I ain't gon get caught up around stupid shit
I don't give a fuck...when cupid hits
Whatever happens happens, that's what life is
I'm so sick of dealin' wit all you fake kids
With all your fake shit
N' all you make is
Drama trauma, so senseless
But it makes sense for me to express this
With words of wisdom so you can see this
N' take this
As advice miss
Don't misunderstand don't get pissed
But what I think is
When ya'll are feelin somethin' talk it out
There's no point in tryna to block it out
I've learned that...when you talk more
You open up doors
That weren't there before
For people to understand you n maybe more
All I'm really...tryin' to say
Is that I should've said what I had to say
It could've worked in a better way
(it sounds better than it looks i swear haha)
To be continued haha....i actually kinda like it so i'll build on it as the inspiration comes to me...
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[05 Mar 2006|04:08pm] |
Just when i thought i had u figured out
I dont know any more than when we started out
It's crazy how fast situations change
Perfection for me but u didnt think the same
So now that i know that it reached its peak n its droppin
I prolli shud give up but i know im not stoppin
Cause for once in my life i want things to work out
So that we can be more different than how we started out
Ill continue to push n see how far i can take it
To a whole other level i jes wanna make it
If i can just get one chance to prove to you who i am
I know im not perfect but i'll get as close as i can
I'll be there for you and take you by your hand
No need to rush lets set up a plan
Understand us, so I can be your man
I ain't askin for much...jes one chance
To be continued haha....i actually kinda like it so i'll build on it as the inspiration comes to me...
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Girl you been kicking it with me constantly, for a while
You just can't wait to hear those three little words
Come from my mouth, yea
I just can't tell you
Or find the words for
The way I feel about'cha
I just can't be without'cha
I wanna say it so bad but something keeps telling me no
Contemplatin', still debatin'
Should I just let it go
I just can't say it's love
But you already know what's up
I really can't put it in words
Baby you got to feel me
And I hope you can hear me
It's only you I'm thinkin of
But still I just can't say it's love
You probably think I'm runnin' game
But that ain't the case, I'm just not sure
See I've made that mistake before
Don't wanna hurt no more, babe
I wanna take my time with you, yea
I just can't tell you
Or find the words for
The way I feel about'cha
I just can't be without'cha
I wanna say it so bad but something keeps telling me no
Contemplatin', still debatin'
Should I just let it go
I just can't say it's love
But you already know what's up
I really can't put it in words
Baby you got to feel me
And I hope you can hear me
It's only you I'm thinkin of
But still I just can't say it's love
No matter if I wait
This still could be our fate
Girl I get so frustrated
My mind, my heart can't take it
Just like the sun has the moon
Baby I want you
But I just can't say I love you
I just can't say it's love
But you already know what's up
I really can't put it in words
Baby you got to feel me
And I hope you can hear me
It's only you I'm thinkin of
But still I just can't say it's love
I just can't get with it
Don't wanna admit it
Never hear me say it
Just can't say it's love
I just can't get with it
Don't wanna admit it
Never hear me say it
yep yep =)
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[08 Jan 2006|12:05pm] |
“What she doesn’t know will kill you”
By Matt Brochu
The Daily Collegian
November 21, 2003
You met her a few months ago, and somehow she managed to seep into your subconscious like that "Suga how you get so fly" song. Just like you have no clue who the hell sings it, you don't know why she's there. But she is, whether you like it or not. You know her cell phone, her room phone. You can dial her Aunt Doreen's house in West Springfield (where she goes to do her laundry every two weeks) faster than you can peck-out 911. But she doesn't know.
Her screenname, that generic one with her first name followed by three to five random numbers or UMass, has its own category at the top of your buddy list. Not only do you know what a "Buddy Alert" is, you've rigged your computer to play "Fat Guy in a Little Coat" from "Tommy Boy" every time her screen name changes from gray to black. Then her away message comes down, and you have a decision to make. To IM or not to IM? These are the ridiculous games that you play on a daily basis. But she doesn't know.
She's it. All right, so maybe not "it" it. Not necessarily Ms. Right, but closer to Ms. Right-up-there-with-Anna-Kournikova-and-Lizzie-McGuire-on-your-list-of-people-you'd-give-anything-to-be-stranded-with-on-a-broken-down-elevator. But it's about more than that. When is it ever about more than that? Never. Not like frilly white dress, overpriced catering, embarrassing drunk in-laws more, but closer to UMass sweatpants, two D.P. Dough Roni Zonies, a futon and a movie you have no interest in seeing more. But she doesn't know.
She's gorgeous, but gorgeous is an understatement. More like you're startled every time you see her because you notice something new in a "Where's Waldo" sort of way. More like you can't stop writing third grade run-on sentences because you can't remotely begin to describe something ... someone ... so inherently amazing. But you're a writer. You can describe anything. That's what you do: pictures to words, events to words, words to even better words. But nothing seems right. More like you're afraid that if you stare at her for too long, you'll prove your parents right: that yes, your face will stick that way. But you wouldn't mind.
You wouldn't mind that the questioning, "Hello?" on the other end makes you want to smile and throw up at the same time. You wouldn't mind worrying about what to get her for her birthday and spending $300 when you only have $17.50 and a Triple-A card to your name. You wouldn't mind that she left your TV on and the blaring infomercials wake you up at 4 a.m. ... because it gives you a chance to watch her sleep. You don't mind that you've slipped up twice when you were hammered and hinted at how you feel, but she was too drunk to remember. So she doesn't know.
Sure, she's pretty, but it's about more than that. You two connect. Anything you throw at her, she can throw right back. You figured out what's going on in that predictable head of hers in under five minutes, but something tells you her heart would take about five years.
You remember everything she's ever said to you, and when that freaks her out you blame it on your photographic memory (which is a lie, you have a 2.7 GPA). You can't remember your teaching assistant's name, and you can't remember that your Puffton rent check was due four days ago, yet you remember the middle name of the kid who tripped her in fifth grade and gave her that cute little scar on her shoulder. Maybe it's because you actually listen when she talks. When do you actually listen? Never. But she doesn't know.
But she has a boyfriend. The kid is a tool, and you are not. He has no redeeming qualities, and you have about 38, even when you're hung over. You could kick his butt, and you've never been in a fight in your life. He treats her like crap, and you would treat her like the princess she believed herself to be on Halloween in 1988.
But she loves him. He wouldn't know what he had even if she slapped him across the face and dumped him, but somehow she still loves him. And somehow she still doesn't know.
Then, out of nowhere, she slaps him across the face and dumps him. She comes to you. You've been there before, so you seem like the smartest guy on earth. She cries, but your corny half-joke, half-compliment somehow gets a smile out of her that almost makes you feel ashamed that you're the only one around who gets to witness it. It looks like you might make her realize that all guys don't deserve to have rocks thrown at them.
But nothing changes. She doesn't know. You get that library elevator feeling in your stomach that she'll never know. You get that feeling that you'll be forced to write a cheesy Collegian column about her that makes "Sleepless in Seattle" look like "Girls Gone Wild."
You go to sleep. You wake up. She doesn't know. You're not in love. You're not obsessed. You blame it on the fact that you just need to get some, but still, it's about more than that. It would just be nice if once in your life, things worked out the way you wanted them to.
So ^!&$#0)$*%$*(%#_*((%#(%#(, it's about time you know*.
Now cut this out, fill in her name, and give it to her, coward. Just let me know how it works out.
Matt Brochu is a Collegian columnist.
http://www.dailycollegian.com/vnews/display.v/ART/2003/11/21/3fbd76353e7dd
(new inspiration for a song....o yeah)
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[02 Jan 2006|07:37pm] |
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alright so its a new year...CHYEAHHH...o-six baby
new years resolutions:
1) MEET ANY OR ALL OF THE MAKING THE BAND 3 GIRLS haha...MEET "THE" DIDDY...cop their albums...and continue my obsession
2) more seriously....try to stop procrastinating
3) COLLEGE (WOW)
4) try and finish up every incomplete song ive ever started
5) be a nicer person!
6) andd hey y not....a gf would b nice to have ahaha
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 how hot is she?? haha
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 ATTENTION!! after much research through jes about everything and anything i have officially full band member names: Aubrey O'Day, Aundrea Fimbres, Shannon Bex, Dawn Angelique Richards (if ur gonna do a search, search Dawn Angelique itll give u more stuff), Wanita Woodgate (Woodgette it shows up both ways im not positive on which one's correct)
1. How many songs do you have on your computer?
2038 roughly
2. Sort by song name--What are your first and last songs?
!Dimelo! - Daddy Yankee
Zimzallabim - Mos Def
3. Sort by album--What are your first and last albums?
10 - LL Cool J
Young Roscoe Philiphornia - Young Roscoe
4. Sort by time--What are your shortest and longest songs?
100.1 - Griffin Technology (0:05) (iTrip stations haha)
Street Official Mixtape, Vol. 9 (25:03)
5. Sort by last played--What were the first and last songs played on your computer?
Last Played: So Sick - Ne-Yo (today)
First Played: The Uppercut - 2Pac, E.D.I. & Young Noble (9/27/2005)
6. Search for "Love"--How many songs are listed?
109 (yeah imma softy haha)
7. Search for "Hate"--How many songs are listed?
4 (imma lover not a fighter)
8. Search for "Day"--How many songs are listed?
32
9. Search for "Night"--How many songs are listed?
21
10. What are your top five most played songs?
Be Somebody (Bonus Track) - Fort Minor
So Sick - Ne-Yo
Cupid - 112
Run It! (Featuring Juelz Santana) - Chris Brown
Petrified (Los Angeles Remix) - Fort Minor
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[25 Nov 2005|03:51pm] |
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 Fort Minor - The Rising Tied...the cd is fuckin sick...wow...worth the money so cop it...umm ill give u a lil review: So Fort Minor is comprised of Mike Shinoda from Linkin Park, Styles of Beyond, and Ryu. They have a nice feel of hip hop/rap/a lil taste of rock in most of their songs so it most definitely has a chance to impress you. If you like Linkin Park's style this could b a good addition to ur collection and if your like me and jes in general love hip hop u need to get this. The songs have hard hitting beats and really ear cutting lyrics...so BUY IT...o yeah the executive producer is Jay-Z haha heads up...YEP
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 yeah a lil change in my music haha jes a tad...and yeah its an old cd...but its really good
 yeah old but its really good...
 Stand Up - Dave Matthews Band yep yep very good...
and yes those cds may have came as a shock that i bought them but dont b because well i did haha and i like em but that doesnt mean imma different person cause i got these too:
 AMAZING
 and im gettin this once iTunes stops being dumb "The item is being modified. Please try your purchase again later." FUCK APPLE haha
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 Aubrey O'Day again
 Aundrea from Making The Band 3...impossible to find pictures of her and i dont even know her last name...so sad
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[25 Oct 2005|03:31pm] |
If I was gone would it matter
If I was gone who'd it flatter
Just be real it doesn't matter
All I do is cause pain
N' yet I can't change
Maybe my only reason for living is just a game
Because I try and I try to make things right
But somehow time after time I mess up in on night
I'm sorry for what I've done
Sorry for what I've caused
I ain't bullshittin, I'm feelin' so lost
I guess they were right
When they said pain writes songs
Cause I've got one inside me and it feels so wrong
N I guess in a way I've felt in for so long
But this is the first time I've wrote it in a song
My body gets numb and my hands get cold
My mind is blocked, man this feelin's grown old
I can't take it anymore
It's overwhelming
I'm such a fuckin idiot
I won't comprehend it
I'm so fuckin' stupid
I never understood it
I'm good for nothin' n y'all knew it
But dont worry
This will be over soon
I'm goin' down I promise you
-jes somethin i thought of during skewl
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[21 Oct 2005|03:24pm] |
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pep rally was off the chain off the glass off the FLIP mannnnnnnnn!!!!! yeah it was tight...good job eRRybody...BEBOT!! yeah filipino pride baby good pick of songs freshmen....and varsity girls "yes indeed u can RuN iT rUn It"
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| Can I Live? |
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song by Nick Cannon ft. Anthony Hamilton - Can I Live.....if u really read the lyrics it makes u wonder...better yet get the song or watch the video...puts up a good point on abortion i think...not my opinion jes sayin its deep shit
[Nick Talking]
I'm talking Ma
I know the situation is personal
but it something that has to be told
as i was making this beat, you was all i could think about you heard my voice
[Verse 1]
Yeah just think just think
what if you could just
just blink your self away..
just just wait just pause for a second
let me plead my case
Its the late 70's huh
You seventeen huh
and having me that will ruin everything huh
it's alot of angels waiting on their wings
you see me in your sleep so you cant kill your dreams
300 dollars thats the price of living what?
Mommy I dont like this clinic
hopefully you'll make the right decision
and dont go though with the knife incision
but it hard to make the right move
when you in high school
now you got to work all day and take night school
hopping off da bus when the rain is pouring
What you want morning sickness or the sickness of mourning
Can I Live?
[Chorus]
I'll always be a part of you
trust your soul know its always true.
If I could talk I'd say to you
CAN I LIVE, CAN I LIVE
I'll always be a part of you
trust your soul know its always true.
If I could talk I'd say to you
CAN I LIVE, CAN I LIVE
[Verse 2]
I'm a child of the king ain't no need to go fear me
and I see them flowing tears so I know that you hear me
When I move in your womb that's me being scary, 'cause who knows what my future holds
Yo, the truth be told you ain't told a soul
Yo, you ain't even showing I'm just 2 months old
Through your clothes try to hide me deny me, went up 3 sizes
Your pride got you lyin' sayin' it ain't nothin' but a migraine
It ain't surprisin' you not tryna to be in WIC food lines
Your friends look at you funny, but look at you mommy, that's a life inside take a look at your tummy
What is becoming, ma, i'm Oprah bound
You can tell he's a star from the ultrasound
Our spirits connected doors open now
Nothing but love and respect thanks for holding me down
She let me live...
[Chorus x2]
[Nick Talking]
Its upliftin' fa'real ya'll
I ain't passing no judgement
ain't making no decisions
I'm just telling ya'll my story
I love life
And I love my mother for giving me life
We all need to appreciate life
A strong woman that had to make a sacrifice
Thanks for listening
Thanks for listening
Mom...thanks for listening
you can check it out right here: http://videocodes4u.com/song.php?file=16568
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[15 Oct 2005|10:26am] |
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been buying a crap load of cds so here are a few suggestions for you (if u want a full Marky Marc review of the cd lemme know ill b more than happy to give u one written by moi):
( cop these )
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Once again I'm back to fuck up my life
I fuck up so bad I won't sleep at night
I mess up all the time I don't do anythin' right
So I write songs about my feelings n' this song is tight
N' with the moment at hand this song is so right
I'll try and fix my problems n' with some motive I might
I'm tired of pissin' my parents off, the goal's in sight
I give up, I won't put up a damn fight
I'm droppin' my hands n' lettin' my guard down (right)
Why am I so fucked up
Why do I let them down
They tell me all the time how to live my life right now
N' it seems like I don't listen but I swear I do
I guess I listen 'cause I'm wishin I hear what I want to
N' I never do
It's like my mind is blocked with all the shit I've been through
Through friends, girls, family issues
I go through
This shit almost everyday
N' I've been hit and hurt in almost everyway
In almost every place
It's like they all say
The attitude you take
Is the way your life will sway
Mine sways back in forth in hopes of a better day
I pray today's a lil' better than yesterday
N' hope tomorrow will be better than my day today
'Cause if I keep it that way my life won't sway
N' I can keep it balanced almost everyday
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thank u to those of u who care and checked up on me today (the few people who did) it meant alot...nothin burns more than someone that doesnt care...so for those of u that do, u iced the heat
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my favorite girls and my idol haha....yeah so these girls are just a tad hott haha
Aundrea Fimbres also AMAZING =)
Shannon Bex the former Blazer Dancer
Dawn Angelique former New Orleans Hornets cheerleader haha wat a coincidence two cheerleaders in one group 
small pic but thats the group