"I want a woman that look good and cook good
Cinderella fancy, but she still look hood
Butt naked in the kitchen flipping pancakes
Plus she tricking of the dough that her man makes
We got our own handshake, her titties ain’t fake
Fucking in the car cause we just can’t wait
To get home, early in the morn’ getting stoned
Pretty with her eyes low, running by Bible
The type of bitch that Big said he would die for
Is the type that I would rather stay alive for
Tats on her back, looking all tribal
She know shoes like she know survival
Well put together, she weathers the storm
Seen her brother die so forever she’s strong
Hear Beyonce’s song and she gotta perform
Whether fucking or fighting: we getting it on"
- COMMON (via hiphopheadforlife)
burnt lips and dirty hands.
i’ll just keep hoping that your absence doesn’s always frighten me to this extent and perhaps it gets better but probably not. i’ve been sitting - listening to songs that don’t have every bit of you attached to them; but i don’t seem to like what i’m hearing.
i’ve smoked four blunts today just to keep from admitting that i miss you.
i’ve never been higher.
i’ve never been lower.