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:tcejbus [Nov. 4th, 2004|02:21 pm]
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oh yea...i remembered my password...i havnt written in a while...but since my "fan base" isnt particularly large...i dont think it matters too much, but anyway...its kind of wierd, but i hate writting, but it feels pretty good writing in this thing...i guess its cool cause i can say whatever i want even if it makes no sence and post on the internet...which gives it a certain level (a very minute level) but still some sort of importance...so whats really good kat...i know you got that *piff*... (like that shout out right?)...oh for those who are wondering this is pretty much a stream of thought...lyrics if you will...ha...im bored...and i'm in some serious need of some canibus in my system...too sober for words...ha...but yea...kat i was gonna read yuor journal...but when i saw it i realized that you write way too much for me to read...so i figured that i would just start reading your posts after today...you know you could probably compile a book with all of those entries you have...oh and did you ever get that pharcyde cd with "passin me by" and "drop" on it...

now in my younger days i used to sport a shag
when i went to school i carried lunch in a bag
with an apple for my teacher 'cause i knew i'd get a kiss
always got mad when the class was dismissed
but when it was in session, i always had a question
i would raise my hand to make her stagger to my desk and
help me with my problem, it was never much
just a trick, to smell her scent and try to sneak a touch
oh, how i wish I could hold her hand and give her a hug
she was married to the man, he was a thug,
his name was lee, he drove a z,
he'd pick her up from school promptly at three o'clock
i was on her jock, yes indeedy i wrote graffiti on the bus
first i'd write her name then carve a plus,
with my name last, on the looking glass,
i seen her yesterday but still i had to let her pass

she keeps on passin me by...

when i dream of fairytales i think of me and shelly
see she's my type of hype and i can't stand when brothers tell me
that i should quit chasin' and look for something better
but the smile that she shows makes me a go-getter
i haven't gone as far as asking if i could get with her
i just play it by ear and hope she gets the picture
i'm shootin for her heart, got my finger on the trigger
she could be my broad, and i could be her (nigga)
but, all i can do is stare...
back as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare
now she's more sophisticated, highly edu-ma-cated
not at all over-rated, i think I need a prayer
to get in her boots and it looks rather dry
i guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye
although she's crazy steppin, i'll try to stop her stride
cause i won't have no more of this passin me by

time for me to voice my opinion of not even pretendin she didn't have me
strung like a chicken, chase my tail like a doggie
she was kind of like a star, thinking i was like a fan
dude, she looked good, down side: she had a man
he was a rooty-toot, a nincompoop
she told me soon your little birdie's gonna fly the coop
she was a flake like corn, and i was born not to understand
by lettin her pass i had proved to be a better man

she keeps on passin me by...

now there she goes again, the dopest ethiopian
and now the world around me begins movin in slow motion
when-ever she happens to walk by - why does the apple of my eye
overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much i try?
wait, no, i did not really pursue my little princess with persistance;
and i was so low-key that she was unaware of my existance
from a distance i desired, secretly admired her;
wired her a letter to get her, and it went:
my dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but i know you very well
now let me tell you about the feelings i have for you
when i try, or make some sort of attempt, i symp
damn i wish i wasn't such a wimp!
'cause then i would let you know that i love you so
and if i was your man then i would be true
the only lying i would do is in the bed with you
then i signed sincerely the one who loves you dearly, ps love me tender
the letter came back three days later: return to sender
damn!

she keeps on passin me by... --"passin me by"the pharcyde

but yea...i dont have anything else to say so i guess i'll write later...so with that i say...

love,
peace,
& nappiness...
stay t.a.l...
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[User Picture]From: precisejah
2007-07-29 02:07 am (UTC)
whats happening Kat? It's been way to long, i have a hell of a story that i really don't feel like gettin into, especially over this thing...but if you ever check this, my number is 718-612-8004...please hit me up, i've really missed you...
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