Lonelygirl15

PolkadotConfederation wrote:I hate stuff.

Cloud_ax wrote:

PolkadotConfederation wrote:I hate stuff.

Cloud_ax wrote:

brother/sister kiss

PolkadotConfederation wrote:

Cloud_ax wrote:

brother/sister kiss

thanks.

If anyone was here last night when I made my request about discussing videos, please disregard it. I'm was an ass, and you guys are great for not pointing it out to me, although if I do something like that again, feel free to pm me about it. Sometimes I just don't think, for which I apologize.

Aithne wrote:If anyone was here last night when I made my request about discussing videos, please disregard it. I'm was an ass, and you guys are great for not pointing it out to me, although if I do something like that again, feel free to pm me about it. Sometimes I just don't think for which I apologize.

nah its ok, i totally see where you were comming from.

*cough*

Aithne wrote:If anyone was here last night when I made my request about discussing videos, please disregard it. I'm was an ass, and you guys are great for not pointing it out to me, although if I do something like that again, feel free to pm me about it. Sometimes I just don't think for which I apologize.

I wasn't here so....yeah. I wasn't here.

Cloud_ax wrote:

Strange Angel. I'm kinda like obsessive compulsive about promoting that film.

Your daddy worked at the bank
Mine worked on cars
You went to college
I pulled graveyard
You must have had your pick
Of all the trust fund types
But you came back to me and only god knows why
Guys like me drink too many beers on friday after work
Our best blue jeans have skoal rings
We wear our boots to church
So rough around the edges
It's hard to believe that girls like you
Love guys like me

good song

you know what song is better?

Verse 1 – Suffa
Growing up I needed a guide like, a blind veteran’s dog,
Cos I was going nowhere like a child’s letters to god,
Though life’s road was hard I was never so lost,
That I looked for an answer in a medicine box,
I never did pop pills, or cop deals, just rocked hills
Kids with skills, still got harassed by the cops till,
They’d have me in the back of a paddy, down to lock up,
Smack me, pat me down for a baggy, mums would rock up,
And bail me out, a failure out once again,
Next weekend, bail me out, drunk again,
And I never will forgive myself,
For putting you through all that hell,
I went from high school dropout to factory labourer,
Slave to the clock until four, went from sleeping on the floor,
To being out on tour, now no stopping me,
I’ll finish with a bang like Kurt Cobains biography.

Chorus
Going down a hard road, down the hard road,
Don’t know where I’ve been, and don’t know where to go its like,
Going down a hard road, down the hard road,
Don’t know where I’ve been.

Verse 2 – Pressure
I spent my youth like life was cheap,
The only change that I wanted was enough to buy a drink,
Was on a path to nowhere, the harder the road,
The more broken baggage we carry the larger the load,
This school drop-out got knocked out, chased by the cops out,
Got clout, dumped by my girlfriend and locked out,
Been broke and beaten, even chocked at being,
A dope mc but never lost hope in dreaming,
We used to thrash boosted cars till the engine would fail,
If I never had bailed maybe I’d be dead or in jail,
And man I got no one else to blame,
I thank my family and music for keeping me sane,
But that’s the breaks right? Started working late nights,
Never seeing daylight, getting paid like a slave might,
And I’ve done too many years to miss this for my missus,
To have to tell my son he nearly never existed.

Chorus
Going down a hard road, down the hard road,
Don’t know where I’ve been, and don’t know where to go its like,
Going down a hard road, down the hard road,
Don’t know where I’ve been, DJ Debris c’mon and break it down like,

Verse 3 – Suffa
And I speak what I feel in the booth in the spirit of truth,
Cos all these kids that I meet man they mirror my youth,
And I could have gone the wrong way, the easy option,
But I chose to go the long way, the streets are watching,
So keep a look out, look up, B-Ballers keep your hook up,
Tear a page from my book out, and pull out,
Your finger put your foot out and keep a lookout,
For what we put out, the brand new flavour for your cookout.

Chorus
Going down a hard road, down the hard road,
Don’t know where I’ve been, and don’t know where to go its like,
Going down a hard road, down the hard road,
Don’t know where I’ve been…


This one.

sorry mines better

I wear a greasy ball cap
I like my shirt untucked
I spend saturdays working on my truck
I don't like to fight
But I ain't scared to bleed
Most don't mess with a guy like me
Guys like me drink to many beers on friday after work
Our best blue jeans have skoal rings
We wear our boots to church
So rough around the edges
It's hard to believe that girls like you
Love guys like me

Your daddy worked at the bank
Mine worked on cars
You went to college
I pulled graveyard
You must have had your pick
Of all the trust fund types
But you came back to me and only god knows why
Guys like me drink too many beers on friday after work
Our best blue jeans have skoal rings
We wear our boots to church
So rough around the edges
It's hard to believe that girls like you
Love guys like me

Now theres a lot of guys like me out there
In a lot of little towns
And tellin' all our buddies, we won't ever settle down
We say thats just the way we are and the way we'll always be
So God sends girls like you for guys like me
Thank God theres girls like you, for guys like me

Jackson is so beautiful. *off in her own world*