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Keep Me Wondering
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Beat by Da Cypher. Me Spitting about a chick i realy like, she sends mixed messages alot which is f***in me up. so i just had to spit about how shes keeping me waiting for nothing it seems.
subterranean
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deep hip hop
Im a 18 year old rapper, who is sick of the mainstream rap style, that is sucking the life out of the culture of hip hop. Before you hear Sub-T rap about dimonds n sellin drugs, the world will end. I refuse to give in to the rapping sterio type. I get my inspiration from various genres of music. from the sweet sounds of Miles Davis to the Hardcore sound of Metallica. I will not limit my self to one type of music, i would rather broaden my horizons and take a part of all music n fuse it into one intellectual form of rap.
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop Spoken Word
Charts
Peak #2,533
Peak in subgenre #48
Author
Subterranean
Uploaded
September 25, 2007
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MP3 3.7 MB 128 kbps 4:03
Story behind the song
ive had a spot in my heart for this chick for awhile, n just recently it seemed that my luck had changed. I took her to homecomming n thought everything was going well. She keeps sending mixed messages like she likes me n then one minute she acts like she dont. N just recently i told her friend to talk to her and she told her friend that she is dealing with "stress" and dosnt have the "time".
Lyrics
(verse) dear mrs. highclass u can kiss my ass/ because the car to your heart seems to a run outta gas// your eyes say yes but your actions say no/ u playin me a fool i dont fuckin think so// these little mind games u play get so old/ took a look at my hand and my mind says fold// but theres something in u i canot ignore/ mabey its just ur body i wanna explore// im drawn to your aura like a fly in the light/ scared to death of rejection but ill die tonight// risk it all, reach heaven or crash and burn/ ima sucker for love and probly will never learn// your like a bear trap cold and steel/ but im still dumb enough to find the sex appeal// ill just look at the ground n take what i get/ with the lit cigarete waiting for the truck to hit// (verse 2) theres a lump in my throat and i think its your name/ i look in the mirror and hate what i became// ima washed up pussy, just over love/ i would pull an O.J but i dont own no glove// so right now ima sit back n watch u pass/ with my eyes transfixed right on your ass// i wish u could relize the joy i can bring/ but u jsut pass me up like im some washed up thing// i took u to homecomming that aint enough/ and i aint even try and fuck or that freaky stuff// you feed me a line thats one for the books/ so u aint got time for mcnabb's good looks// we could had something u just let me go/ we finaly had our chanse unlike years ago// and yes i remeber when i loved u back then/ but this is now so i say goodbye through this pen//
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