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Don’t Let Go- The Polariod People

You never knew how much
You really meant to me
And I don’t think you ever will
Coz it’s impossible for me
To put it into words
But the look in my eyes
Speaks louder than the words
That I wrote for you tonight
But I just can’t bear the…

Nights like these alone
Laying frozen in the cold
I pray to god that I’m here temporarily
Coz I can’t take it anymore
And I need you more then ever
Don’t let go
Please don’t let me go
I’m begging you don’t let me go
Coz I’m struggling without you

And I try to sleep at night
But you’re all I think about
And I try to lift my heart
But it just sinks further down
And only your kiss
Could break me out of this
Coz I’m struggling
And I just can’t bear the…



Nights like these alone
Laying frozen in the cold
I close my eyes and picture you beside me
But it’s killing me inside
And I need you more then ever
Don’t let go
Please don’t let me go
I’m begging you don’t let me go
Coz I’m falling apart without you

Coz I’m falling apart without you
And I just can’t bear the…

Nights like these alone
Laying frozen in the cold
I close my eyes and picture you beside me
But it’s killing me inside
And I need you more then ever
Don’t let me go
Please don’t let me go
I’m begging you don’t let me go
Cos I’m falling apart,
And I love you.

I wish…

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I wish I was little bit taller,
I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good
I would call her
I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
and a ‘64 Impala

I wish I was like six-foot-nine
So I could get with Leoshi
Cause she don’t know me but yo she’s really fine
You know I see her all the time
Everywhere I go, and even in my dreams
I can scheme of ways to make her mine
Cause I know she’s livin phat
Her boyfriend’s tall and he plays ball
So how am I gonna compete with that
‘Cause when it comes to playing basketball
I’m always last to be picked
And in some cases never picked at all
So I just lean upon the wall
Or sit up in the bleachers with the rest of the girls
Who came to watch their men ball
Dag y’all! I never understood
Why the jocks get the fly girls
And me I get the hood rats
I tell ‘em scat, skittle, skibobble
Got hit with a bottle
And put in the hospital, for talkin’ that mess
I confess it’s a shame when you livin’ in a city
That’s the size of a box and nobody knows yo’ name

Glad I came to my senses
Like quick-quick got sick-sick to my stomach
Overcome with my thoughts of me and her together
Right?
So when I asked her out she said I wasn’t her type

I wish I had a brand-new car
So far, I got this hatchback
And everywhere I go, yo I gets laughed at
And when I’m in my car I’m laid back
I got an 8-track and a spare tire in the backseat
But that’s flat
And do you really wanna know what’s really wack, What
See I can’t even get a date
So, what do you think of that?
I heard that prom night is the bomb night
With a hood rat you can hold tight
But really tho’ on figuero
When I’m in my car I can’t even get a hello
Well so many people wanna cruise Crenshaw on Sunday
Well then I’m gonna have to get in my car and go
You know I take the 110 to the 105
Get off on Crenshaw tell my homies look alive
Cause it’s hard to survive
Livin’ in a concrete jungle and
These girls just keep passin’ me by
She looks fly,

Hey, I wish I had my way
‘Cause everyday would be a Friday
You could even speed on the highway
I would play ghetto games
Name my kids ghetto names
Little Mookie, big Al, Lorraine
Yo you know that’s on the real
So if you’re down on your luck
Then you should know just how I feel
Cause if you don’t want me around
See I go simple, I go easy, I go greyhound
Hey, you, what’s that sound?
Everybody look what’s going down
Ahhhh, yes, ain’t that fresh?
Everybody wants to get down like that

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Behind closed doors you turn into a secret whore, is that what friends are for?
Sign. Steal. Deliver.

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Jaynee had a crush on the guy from Sailor Moon.. sorry jaynee, i had to get that out there…
She wears red when she’s feeling hot…
John O’Call…something rather… (via halfpastfour)
i think i'm slightly stupid.
Simone: It's Carlos's eighteenth birthday soon.
Naomi: Really? How old's he turning?
omg woman... seriously... wow thats pretty bad
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I love this song…

I’ve got those lovesick blues
‘Cause I sold my soul to the devil
She was well dressed and she knew what to
I’m painted crimson and blue
She was a ruthless artist
I traded my skin for cheap sex and tattoos.

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i dont get this new “tumblarity” thing… whats the point?

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i dont get this new “tumblarity” thing… whats the point?