Saturday, January 3, 2009

how come!

how come i cnt write comments on m bestfriend's blog
how come things just cnt be good
how come when shyt aint got nothin-NOT A THING to do with you, you always end up in it
how come you always come in conversations at the moment when things sound so dirty
how come we cnt have a convo without saying no pun, or hav no sexual innuendos
how come we make plans and they dnt work out
how come this blog is gonna sound really ghetto when i read it back-i already know
how come hoes gotta be so damn trif
how come bitches always jockin yo man
how come there is a surplus of business on sale at walmart but niggas always gotta find a way in yours
how come everyone knows im in memphis?!
how come im writing all of this hella damn quick. like im shockin myself with these fire ass typing skills
how come all of mr all american's friends are infatuated with me?! and blogging! like wtf lol
how come i woke up today with the intentions of going home, rolled over, and decided i just need one more day
how come we cnt be alone! ugh
how come i really want way more tattoos
how come situations always have to arise to just really put you in a funk!
how come hoes gotta hate
how come i dnt inherit beef. i think im allergic, honestly
how come i saw an entire girls basketball team from S.C. at cracker barrel and all of them hoes had on bonnets, chanel earrings, colorful socks, and nike flip flops. not at CRACKER barrell black ppl, come now!!!
how come its already 2009, i clearly remember the millenium scare
how come im in the mood to play guitar hero
how come ppl have to compare. CLEARLY im not her. she aint got shyt on me, she'll never be this fly
how come i always end up in some mess for other ppl and hav no idea how i got there
how come i know something, wanta say something, cnt, and feel really badd
how come if this turns out to be EXACTLY what it has been predicted to be...this could be....uhm ya pretty damn bad
how come females wanta jack?! sweetheart thats not cute, i promise its not.
how come im considering deleting my facebook and staying low key
how come i look like a slave! this shyt is no bueno!
how come i have all these damn questions and not one-NOT ONE MUTHAFUCKIN- scratch that!-not the slightest inkling of an answer.
2k9 has got to go up from here and its not even that its all that bad but i really need to be making major moves.

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