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Can't Tell Me Nothin
2.10.2006


first off ludacris was lookin impeccable at the grammy's the other night. his lips were lookin off the chain... but back to the matter at hand

now, can someone explain to me why am i the only bastard child that i know of who aint fucked in the head? i'm surviving on me and mines, i'm the most well adjusted muhfucka outta all these kids. everyone else has depedency problems or act like hoes cuz they can't control themselves. i love my mother to death for rasing me the way she did. i aint gotta talk about how i was raised and all this other shit.

thirdly, me and my roommate had "relationships" that ended on the same night. she keeps soundin like a damn broken record talkin about the same shit everytime . chick i don lived with you for a year and a half i know your situation backwards and forwards. i havent said shit about my situation maybe thats cuz i can keep shit to myself instead of talkin about niggas all the damn time, she STAY raggin on dude. i think she just really hurt about how dude went about dissolvin their relationship but she won't admit to it. and man if she don't stop repeating this niggas and flies shit and this single sexy and free song (she swear she can sing but her vocal sounds make my throat and ears burn)

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