Randall Mance - Pa**hon lyrics

July 5th2008 is when we first locked eyes/ not my girlfriend but in which you I would confined. I would tell you my deepest darkest secrets without beingdenigrated / (“She's a hoe”) when others brought you up that's what was stated. The lifestyle you lived was nothing to glorify. Heard n***as like Rob, Will and Charles had ran a train and from that I was horrified. Even still I didn't see you as a freight, hell I had my own problems but the two of us just seemed to relate. Nothing would ever materialize from us though see this was supposed to be a one time thing/ See I had eyes set on another but you was a repeated fling. But I'm not like those other three, they f**ed you for a buzz louder than vibrating phones I just used you to make me feel vibrant. I refuse to make a commitment out of something no more than a lie.....I hate to say it but this is goodbye 2 years had flew by. I left for Champaign and somehow you showed up as well. This was now turning out be an interesting story to tell. I promised no more games with you from now on henceforth. And how ironic is it that you would stay beside me at one north. Other females tried to come in the main picture but I always cropped them out. Started planting seeds with you now I'm just watching them sprout. I considered you the woman of my life, the girl of my dreams, with you skyrocketing my self-esteem, until that one event.....I realized things wasn't as they seemed. I watch others toss you around with their smooth and clever words, and I'll admit sometimes I'm pompous but I'm honest....I never felt this sensation before.......it was jaundice But why would you even treat me this way when I really really like you, here I even wrote you this haiku/ Love without you pain/ The pain results in writing/ Writing is now love. On my wall I post these pieces pointing out personal picturesque paintings of pain. And I pray that I'm not prey with you perceived as predator. But nobody knows you as well as I/ Like how you don't like to ride you just want to be flat on your back and you can't take the whole thing so you just want the tip. No cars, clothes or money catches your eye. The way that someone speaks is what makes you wet and intrigued. So wet that it's time for that P.O.E....you know point of entry. But first I start by licking your stomach up and down side to side and then I penetrate. And remember I only give you the tip because the rest you can't handle. You rh-rh-rh stretching at your R's so much trying to scream out Randall. Oh and how can I forget when I divide them legs and you lift them up like a sun roof in a sports car. Lick, s** and kiss some more you telling me to stop as if you aching, I've been eating out so long I feel like I've been planking........ See y'all didn't even get it...... do y'all really think I would waste my time rambling on and on about me getting played or my weird s** escapades? Man f** that sh** I'm a poet I just spelled out the girls name and y'all ain't even know it. So i'm going to slooooooooow it down and say it again, pay attention everything is vital. You guys are lucky these bars come with subtitles. I say my girl get so wet it's time for that point of entry....that's P O E.....I lick her stomach up and down side to side that's a T. She trying to scream out Randall so she stretching out her R's. Them legs go up like a sunroof and with me planking in the middle that's a Y. If you didn't catch ahead of time don't be mad/and she only like the tip and being on her back because that's that pen and that pad. I'm her jealous boyfriend but when b**hes come up to me man please......these bars give me the juice but she'll always be my main squeeze. My jealousy among the others is sure to cause some friction/ but f** a Robert Frost, William Shakespeare and Charles Dickens when I hear those three names I get sickened. And they would covered they ears if they was hearing this. If those are lyricist then goddamint I'm lyrisick I don't need these gla**es to speak the love I have for her, and even though my vision maybe blurry, just do like K.Dot say and don't worry. I'll be fine you can cut out my eyes and I'll be blind, but as long as I have this grind combined with this state of mind I could never be behind. If I got paralyzed today and lost my mobility/ f** having feelings in my legs/ with these words would you still be feeling me. If I lost my hands and I could no longer write/ in spite of what others may say that situation seems light/ I would never be able to compose something again on paper like I'm Mozart/ but if I can compose these mental objects in my brain/ expel them through my mouth/ back them with my heart then nothing could tear us apart. So instead of loving these hoes/ I'm going to love these flows. Instead of spitting game to these thots. I'm going to spew these thoughts. Instead of getting blown by a bad b**h named Sandra. I'm going to continue to blow minds with these double entendres.