baby, let's play hardball.

its gotten to the point where
i dont know what to do.
im damned if i do, damned if i dont.
so ill just ride it out.
i dont want to do something ill regret,
and i dont want to fuck myself over.
so ill just like act its
like all the others.

baby, let's play hardball.

its gotten to the point where
i dont know what to do.
im damned if i do, damned if i dont.
so ill just ride it out.
i dont want to do something ill regret,
and i dont want to fuck myself over.
so ill just like act its
like all the others.

what's a lighter word for done?

ahhhhhhhh!!
that was a scream, or yell, or shout.
whatever the fuck u wanna call it.
im so fucking just over shit now.
i just cant let shit else phase me now
or get to my head.
dan, i fell off my rocker.
fuck sam.
dumbass girl. u know better.
but u were smart though.
you knew just what to do, and just when to do it.
i give you that.
and that only.

what's a lighter word for done?

ahhhhhhhh!!
that was a scream, or yell, or shout.
whatever the fuck u wanna call it.
im so fucking just over shit now.
i just cant let shit else phase me now
or get to my head.
dan, i fell off my rocker.
fuck sam.
dumbass girl. u know better.
but u were smart though.
you knew just what to do, and just when to do it.
i give you that.
and that only.

at torrences...

so i went to torre3nces with alexa to resolve some shit
and got into it with this nigga named marquez or some shit

mar: chris your boyfriend?
sam: yea.
mar: that nigga talk alot of shit.
sam: i mean u cold say this to him
mar: ay, that nigga could get it
sam: (giggles) from you?
(he must be kidding)
mar: yeah.
sam: hahaha i mean, that was cute.
mar: tell that nigga come over here
sam: hahaha stop dying for my man. im about to blog about this
mar: y u typing in my name?
sam: i said i was about to blog, didnt i?
mar: how u no my name?
sam: u fuckin added me on myspace
mar: then delete me
sam: i never accepted you.

so me and this punk bitch are talkin
shit and then he turns the computer off on me and shit.
weeeeeeeaaaaaaaakkk.
then later apologizes so im cool.

at torrences...

so i went to torre3nces with alexa to resolve some shit
and got into it with this nigga named marquez or some shit

mar: chris your boyfriend?
sam: yea.
mar: that nigga talk alot of shit.
sam: i mean u cold say this to him
mar: ay, that nigga could get it
sam: (giggles) from you?
(he must be kidding)
mar: yeah.
sam: hahaha i mean, that was cute.
mar: tell that nigga come over here
sam: hahaha stop dying for my man. im about to blog about this
mar: y u typing in my name?
sam: i said i was about to blog, didnt i?
mar: how u no my name?
sam: u fuckin added me on myspace
mar: then delete me
sam: i never accepted you.

so me and this punk bitch are talkin
shit and then he turns the computer off on me and shit.
weeeeeeeaaaaaaaakkk.
then later apologizes so im cool.

Chris Alexa and Nosey Hoes

chris hoed me
i hoed alexa
sorry bestie
but my turnip-like father has awaken.
and the next bitch that IMs me on myspace
just because i go with chris
is gonna be severely damaged.
(except peace, cuz your friendly)
dont question my relationship.
i dont like ppl.
question him. he's nicer than me.

Chris Alexa and Nosey Hoes

chris hoed me
i hoed alexa
sorry bestie
but my turnip-like father has awaken.
and the next bitch that IMs me on myspace
just because i go with chris
is gonna be severely damaged.
(except peace, cuz your friendly)
dont question my relationship.
i dont like ppl.
question him. he's nicer than me.

steven

so i get beat up in my own damn home.
fuckin bitches.
steven learned three lil boxing moves
and now thinks he can beat my ass.
so he's been stickin me ALLLL day.
and i just let it slide.
but im not forgetting.
so when i get out the shower
and put on my boxers and tee
i grab a belt and sneak up on that
black ass nigga and hit him
about 4 good times...
then he catches the belt.
and i know im in trouble now.
i dont let go though
cuz then he'll just hit the fuck outta me.
so it gets hard and harder to hold on.
and we're wrestling for a good while.
then he gets the belt.
and throws it to pharson.
but theres one under my bed
so i grab it.
hes ntop of me this ENTIRE time.
and he grabs that belt too.
and hits me with it
on my thigh
and it hurts like fuckin hell.
but im a fuckin gangsta.
and i wont give him the satisfaction
of knowing im hurt so i just
act like i aint feel it.
and then hes all like "so you're tough?"
and im like "yeah BITCH!"
so he hits me again,
and i scream like a sorry wimp.
at hte end of all this im defeated
:(
i dont like losing.
i will get him back.
i swear.

steven

so i get beat up in my own damn home.
fuckin bitches.
steven learned three lil boxing moves
and now thinks he can beat my ass.
so he's been stickin me ALLLL day.
and i just let it slide.
but im not forgetting.
so when i get out the shower
and put on my boxers and tee
i grab a belt and sneak up on that
black ass nigga and hit him
about 4 good times...
then he catches the belt.
and i know im in trouble now.
i dont let go though
cuz then he'll just hit the fuck outta me.
so it gets hard and harder to hold on.
and we're wrestling for a good while.
then he gets the belt.
and throws it to pharson.
but theres one under my bed
so i grab it.
hes ntop of me this ENTIRE time.
and he grabs that belt too.
and hits me with it
on my thigh
and it hurts like fuckin hell.
but im a fuckin gangsta.
and i wont give him the satisfaction
of knowing im hurt so i just
act like i aint feel it.
and then hes all like "so you're tough?"
and im like "yeah BITCH!"
so he hits me again,
and i scream like a sorry wimp.
at hte end of all this im defeated
:(
i dont like losing.
i will get him back.
i swear.