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December 13, 2008 @ 06:38 PM
JayLovesPinays

Post: 3356

Join Date: Aug 2008

Its so crazy
I got everything figured out
But for some reason I can never find what real love is about
No doubt
Everything in the world figured out but I can never seem to find what love is about

Do you think I sacrificed real life
For all the fame of flashing lights?
Do you think I sacrifice a real life
For all the fame of flashing lights?

There is no Gucci I can buy
There is no Louis Vuitton to put on
There is no YSL that they could sell
To get my heart out of this hell
And my mind out of this jail
There is no clothes that I could buy
That could turn back the time
There is no vacation spot I could fly
That could bring back a piece of real life
Real life, what does it feel like?
I ask you tonight, I ask you tonight
What does it feel like, I ask you tonight
To live a real life
I just want to be a real boy
They always say Kanye, he keeps it real boy
Pinocchio story is, I just want to be a real boy
Pinocchio story is to be a real boy

Its funny Pinocchio lied and thats what kept him from it
I tell the truth and I keep runnin
Its like im looking for something out there trying to find something
I turn on the tv and see me and see nothing

What does it feel like to live real life to be real?
Not some facade on tv that no can really feel
Do you really have the stamina...
For everybody that sees you and that say 'where's my camera?'
For everybody that sees you and says 'sign my autograph'
For everybody that sees you cryin and says that 'you outta laugh'
You outta laugh
I just want to be a real boy,
Pinocchio story goes, I just want to be a real boy
Pinocchio story goes...

And there is no Gepetto to guide me, no one right beside me
The only one was behind me I cant find her no more,
I cant find her no more I cant...
the only one that come out on the tour and scream, scream, scream...
Back when I was living at home and this was all a big dream

And the fame will be got caught
And the day I moved to LA
Maybe that was all my fault
All my fault to be a real boy
Chasing the American dream,
Chasing everything we seen
Up on the tv screen
And when I- the Benz was left
And the clothes was left
And the hoes was left
You talk the hoes to death thinkin the money that the-
You spent the doughs to death
And tell me what-tf for a real boy
December 13, 2008 @ 06:40 PM
skidknee

Post: 663

Join Date: Feb 2006

Location: San Francisco, CA

808's and tentacle rape
December 13, 2008 @ 06:42 PM

Inactive

When this song comes on i cant press skip fast enough.
December 13, 2008 @ 07:36 PM
Orpami

Post: 1615

Join Date: Nov 2006

Location: Miami, Fl

AAAAAGGGH!!!!!! I though if I stopped watching t.v. stop going on music blogs and stopped listening to the radio I could get away from him, but no someone just had to ruin that for me.
December 13, 2008 @ 07:38 PM
dmwalking

moderator

Post: 3603

Join Date: Aug 2007

Location: New England


guy on some broke bus. Love, Sosa. "Don't feed the trolls" initiative coming soon. We can rebuild.

December 13, 2008 @ 07:42 PM
JayLovesPinays

Post: 3356

Join Date: Aug 2008

AAAAAGGGH!!!!!! I though if I stopped watching t.v. stop going on music blogs and stopped listening to the radio I could get away from him, but no someone just had to ruin that for me.


Lol, I'm sorry, I couldn't resist.
December 13, 2008 @ 07:43 PM
Wishez.

Post: 1494

Join Date: Mar 2008

Location: Rockford, IL

I lol'd irl @ that pic dm..........Dat ***** Ye spit true poetry from the heart. I hate that damn song
December 20, 2008 @ 05:45 PM
Orpami

Post: 1615

Join Date: Nov 2006

Location: Miami, Fl



That picture is boderline funny.

Lol, I'm sorry, I couldn't resist.


It's okay no cool points were deducted from you for this.
December 20, 2008 @ 05:59 PM
SwagGod

Post: 384

Join Date: Dec 2008

Location: Brooklyn

"Now I am quietly waiting for
the catastrophe of my personality
to seem beautiful again,
and interesting, and modern.

The country is grey and
brown and white in trees,
snows and skies of laughter
always diminishing, less funny
not just darker, not just grey.

It may be the coldest day of
the year, what does he think of
that? I mean, what do I? And if I do,
perhaps I am myself again."

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