I have a dilemma. I want to express how I feel into words and sentences. But sometimes it doesn’t quite come together. But hey, I had two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches + milk, and I feel like I can do anything.
So here it is. I feel like jivin’. I feel like grindin’. I feel like groovin’. I feel like shakin’. I feel like bakin’. I feel like struttin’. I feel like two-steppin’. I feel like thizzin’. I feel like krumpin’. I feel like breakin’. I feel like ollie-in’. I feel like ravin’. I feel like ragin’. I feel like poppin’. I feel like lockin’. I feel like goin’ dumb, puttin’ it down for the hella fly god of Hip-Hop.
The beat starts with the heart. So eat your cheerios, its good for you.
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2 comments:
Dooooooooooooooopesaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuucccccccccce
yup. tha's ri'.
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