SochittaHouse

Ooooo it's nice here

@-CandyCrush- Here

-stretches drinking Gatorade- 1..2.3..4 -reaches my arm out like a mind spinning around, drops on my knees going into a split, slowly slides up stepping one leg out then coming back pulling myself into a double back flip-

-grabs my mic and goes to the dance studio, sings- If death comes for me tonight, girl
          I want you to know that I love you
          And no matter how tough I wouldn't dare
          Only to you I would reveal my tears
          
          So tell the police I ain't home tonight
          Messin' around with you is gonna get me life
          But when I look into your eyes
          You're worth that sacrifice
          
          If this is the kind of love that my mom used to warn me about
          Man, I'm in trouble, I'm in real big trouble
          If this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about
          Man, I'm in trouble, I'm in real big trouble
          I need y'all to do me a favor
          
          Someone please call 911
          Tell them I just been shot down
          And the bullet's in my heart and it's piercing through my soul
          Feel my body gettin' cold
          
          Someone please call 911
          The alleged assailant is five foot one
          And she shot me through my soul
          Feel my body gettin' cold
          
          So cold, sometimes I feel like I'm a prisoner
          I think I'm trapped here for a while
          And every breath I fight to take
          Is as hard as these four walls I wanna break
          
          I told the cops you wasn't here tonight
          Messin' around with me is gonna get you life
          Oh yeah, yeah, but every time I look into your eyes
          Then it's worth the sacrifice
          
          If this is the kind of love that your mom used to warn you about
          Mary, you're in trouble, you're in real big trouble
          If this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about
          I'm in trouble, I'm in real big trouble
          You got anything to say, girl?
          
          Someone please call 911, yeah, yeah
          (Pick up the phone, yo)
          Tell them I just got shot down
          And it's piercing through my soul
          (I'm losin' blood, yo)
          Feel my body getting cold
          
          Someone please call 911
          (Can you do that for me?)
          The alleged assailant, is five foot one
          And she shot me through my soul
          (And he shot me through my heart)
          Feel my body gettin' cold
          (He didn't care, he didn't worry, he didn't wonder)
          
          I'm feelin' you, girl
          I understand
          And you're doin', what you're doin', would you do it
          And do it and do it and do it for me?

@Chunk-ALollipop where? 

yall should come to my house

@Chunk-ALollipop Bye! 

i gotta go*leavs n drives home*

-does the pretend matrix, flipping over into a split-

*starts rapping* 
          
          I just text yo phone like 30 something times in a row
          You ain't gotta lie
          Cause its going on 5
          And if you ain't in my bed
          Then you laying with a ho
          So fuck that love shit
          I don't feel none of that
          Like i'm numb to the pain
          Said i'm done with the game
          But I'm still here running back
          Cause I already know your lingo
          You talk to these hoes like you're single
          You know you really love pulling fast ones
          Cheat, come home and act dumb
          Pussy nigga, pussy nigga
          Listen nigga, I see's ya
          Even when you ain't in sight
          I just hold it in like its pitching time
          Ive been holding back for a long while
          Just hoping soon it'll turn around but
          How can I word this
          You ain't been perfect
          Tell me you working it
          Your phone losing service
          And now i'm here thinking
          Like "this nigga tweakin"
          You sorry, pathetic and far from authentic
          You liar, you fronter
          You just like these other niggas
          As much as I hate you
          I still wanna date you
          You better just hope I don't
          
          
          (
          Im sick of this keep it on the DL shit
          You say you with the bros when you out with a bitch
          You say you at the crib when you leaving her place
          I pull up to ya crib and you lie to my face
          He like "baby you my all and all, I was in the bathroom when I missed ya call"
          Nah you was in the backseat sweating like a athlete doing everything that you said you wouldn't
          But I ain't gone trip on a weak ass nigga
          Ima just find me a nigga much bigger
          Ima just do the same shit that you do when i'm not up in the room
          Yeah baby lets think
          Imma text Bryan
          Facetime Ryan
          Call up Keenan tell em i need him
          Niggas ain't loyal, and I knew from the jump when you showed me the ropes that I wouldn't never have trust for ya
          You creepin
          Im leavin