alarm, rings, on ya follow shit. punch, in, follow shit, follow shit. punch, out, on ya follow shit. lie, down, follow shit, follow shit.

i think its a lonely tweet, when youre all alone. and if you think about it, we all on our own. drivin while we typing, swervin on the roads. forget about each other, we in love with our phones…

but since we artists in glass house, i wont throw stones.

sex SMS RSS to the twitter, retweet this, twitpic your clitor-is my question, trend topic, music, monday, gotta drop it.

athletes cheat, play games, on they wives. athletes tweet, during games, then they cry. athletes speak, after games, and they lie. athletes meet, the next chick, say goodbye.

we unsung heroes in our own life stories. i said, God, write mine. he wont do it for me. i signed off twitter, scribbled wild in morning. and i aint stop since, my whole family is in mourning.

i think its a lonely tweet, when youre in a crowded room. sometimes you wanna separate, climb inside ya dome… twitter, the therapist, callin back ya phone. twitter, your girlfriend, curled into a spoon.

sex SMS RSS to the twitter, retweet this, twitpic your clitor-is my question, trend topic, music, monday, gotta drop it.

alarm, rings, on ya follow shit. punch, in, follow shit, follow shit. punch, out, on ya follow shit. lie, down, follow shit, follow shit.