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Wednesday, April 11, 2007

He tastes like you only sweeter

Another week has passed.The weeks get better and better with me and my crazy lame stuff.Just tryin to get my self in to some trouble.I got detention today.I went to school at 10am and it was my fifth time.WAHAhaha!So fun rite?Well i came to school to study.
Last saturday was fun.I went to collect the rabbits from char.One is fudgecake and the other is pebbles.So cute the both of them.Love fudgecake alot.Anyways after collecting them went to meet Khai,Wan and amin.then we went to east coast together.Bummed into han and diq on the way.So walked to the pit together.They had started barberqueing already.So they went to start helping.As usual amin had to be a pig and start eating first.We ate and then asked mum to get drinks for us.So the four of us went to drink and smoke our lives away.Hahas.It was fun night though.
Monday night went to study with Amin and stance.Thanks to Amin i was almost late.Idiot you know that boy.Hahas but the night was fun.
Phantom was fun yesterday.But the time was abit out and all.But still the fun we have.It was a nice play.So yup that is about it.I'm outta of here.Bye.

Let the record play,
Let the record play,
Let the record play.

The way that you dance,
The way that you move,
The way that you stare at me across the room,
You carry Dior bags,
And you got your Chanel,
You wear Louis Vuitton, HG, and YSL,
Now I got Bathing Ape,
I got DCMA
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain,
I got a model 26,
But she stays in her place,
I got a kershaw neatly,
Tucked inside in my waist.

And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipsters mean mugging on me all night long,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,
They say "Aha, ahha",
But the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl.

Now she's sweating my friends,
And my hurricane shoes,
She likes the records I spin,
My Adam Barton tattoos,
But she can't say "what's up",
So what does she do,
She just stays posted up,
The other side of the room,
I got AMC tattooed on my hand,
I got black wall street on a black bandana.

And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipsters mean mugging on me all night long,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,
They say "Aha, ahha",
But the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl.

She, she, she don't wanna talk about it,
He, he, he wants to fight about,
Me, me, I don't wanna fight about it,
I just wanna be about it,
I'm just trying to stay up out it,
Step out the wagon,
You know the boy starts to hate,
The girls that came with him,
They like that's not the boy she dates,
They get the fighting and swearing,
And now the boyfriend is staring,
The disco ball on the ceiling,
Looks like the chain that I'm wearing,
But the music keeps playing,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
from my neck and my chain,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
from my neck and my chain.

And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipsters mean mugging on me all night long,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,
And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipsters mean mugging on me all night long,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl.

You carry Dior bags,
And you got your Chanel,
You wear Louis Vuitton, HG, and YSL,
Now I got Bathing Ape,
I got DCMA,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain.

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