2003-03-29 - 3:47 a.m.
Broadcasted, lamblasted
Food for your thought: love lasted,
Tripped up, road rash, on your ass skid,
Survival equals cold cash and you're plastered
Revival of the sex bash with some bastard
Used up all the old stash and got nasty
Everybody got trashed and it's a tragedy
Love you couldn't get past, now just imagine me
Home with my crew trying to hold it all down
Heart full of hope ever since you left town
That we'd be back together whenever you come back around
Believing you'd be true due to the true love you have found
Sandbagging, booty tagging,
I was pretty fly and you were smitten, no bragging
Thought I heard you cry and then you split to go schoolin'
Every other guy who'd come and sit for you, droolin'
You tore my heart apart and then you bled me, no foolin'
Beheaded all the knights who served you while you were rulin'
I knew you wanted out, you kept it real as Walter Diz
That's what it's all about and that's what makes it what it is
Now you point at my poker face and say I'm only bluffin'
But the oven ain't the only place you microwave your muffin
If I reserve my earnings till I find a sound investment
It's only cuz I'm learning just what "playing close to chest" meant
But when the game is over, like ol' Kinney Rogers said,
"There'll be time enough for counting" [insert] when the deal is dead.
So I close the easel at the long end of a day
I throw out all the uselessness and keep the things that pay
I prospect the horizon of the landscape I can see
I travel down a road that leads to where I want to be
And wonder if you ever stop to reminisce on me
My whisper forlorn mermaid tossed amidst the raging sea
Booming with its surf and mounting waves which rise and fall
The noise of which cannot drown out your whispering at all.
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