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  • Does She Really Love Me? (My call to Alcohol)

    This is one of the first rhymes i ever wrote back when i started, influanced by Nas's "I gave you power" "money is my bitch" and 2Pac's "96 Bonnie and Clyde". i thought id try my hand at the metaphorical shit and i came away with this.

    Does She Really Love Me?


    Now let me tell you bout this woman i adore
    Be sure, 2 much of her your coming back 4 more
    She's hardcore, causing me to be a maniac
    The fact is, she's influencing the way I act
    I react in kind knowing that she's always mine
    A certain knack for being there at the right time
    Ask how deep I care, with you I can always sleep
    So unique as a pair cause you got that mystique
    Not a peep baby, cause you know your my lady
    Much love, even if you are a little shady
    Pop off your top and now I’m begging not to stop
    I know you want me and you know your all I got
    I bring you to my lips and drink deep from your kiss
    I feel the heat and a growing sense of wellness
    The bliss I feel from leaving you completely drained
    Helped to keep me sane when I split from Mary Jane


    I get a taste, from then on its about the chase
    My friends say it's a waste because your just a case
    And so i pace myself, she was twenty two and tall
    Say my name and I answer every time you call
    After all, I’ve known her since I was a juvenile
    So many styles that i long to walk the isle
    While sometimes you make me sick, I try not to trip
    Blurry eyed, I say ill leave but I don't mean it
    It's like she's got this grip that keeps pulling me back
    Flaunting her inviting rack, cutting me no slack
    Now my heads spinning thinking about this weekend
    Come meet my friends, pass out then do it all again
    It ain’t healthy but you love me poor or wealthy
    Regardless, I ignore everything they tell me
    Though forty, you were never really above me
    Can somebody tell me, does she really love me?


    Dear Miss Tanqueray, maybe we should make the break
    I shake at the thought but I've had all I can take
    She raised the stakes and left me nothing in her wake
    Is it to late to break the habit she creates?
    How can I illustrate the good times without the bad?
    This fate I designed got me resigned and living sad
    I had no clue you could do the things you do
    And who would of thought id come running back to you?
    It was so plain that I never seen your mind games
    And still I find myself struggling to refrain
    Where do I place the blame? A fatal attraction
    Remember her catching my eye and my reaction
    No traction, head on in her grip and now I'm gone
    Through the intersection, till then it never dawned
    Spawned a head on scene complete with broken bodies
    A whole family gone before I knew she got me.
    Last edited by Cesare Borgia; 12-27-2009, 02:51 AM.

  • #2
    very dope cesare, your style is embeded in your for many years.

    and i love that twisted ending, but its what happens indeed.

    it did illustrate a picture, i think anyone can visualize stuff reading these lyrics.

    dope

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