“An Interview With DJ ZO - Paul Burchak” A video my homeboy made for me, peep it! Btw its the first video he ever made, fresh right?! haha anyways ignore the fact that I look hella grimey but yeah, need a dj hit me!
booshit
Closed Mouths Don’t Get Fed
People say your truly happy when you meet the right nigga. They gotchu, you got em. Errythin goes good at first, then it corrupts. You get so fed up, but what can you do? Feelme, it’s hard ta just move on and find another. So you go to that one stage where you try ta be coo, but they still phase you.. Onna real, I’m tired of stressin off you on a daily. I don’t even have time for school, fam, mains, or myself anymore. I push every single nigga for you. Trust, ask erryone. I coulda done a whole lot wit other niggas, but I aint the grimey type. You on the other hand, still got ya jersey on. I aint assumin either. You may say they just chipmunks. If they just some other female, you wouldn’t be puttin so much attention to em. Nigga, I aint blind. I can see ya games. I’m tryin not ta be the jealous type, but nigga if you see me wit other niggas, you automatically think negative and vent ta other people that I’m doin shit when you know damn right I aint ever done anythin shady to you. Whenever your out, you nair got the time ta even txt me. I know, thas a dumb thing ta get butthurt off of, but foreal. I always got time for you, regardless if I’m wit mains or fam. I don’t wanna bother you when u out, but foreal. I cant be wit a nigga who only hits me up when he got nothin ta do. I’m tryin my best to cope wit you, but foreal. It’s gettin too much. I do wanna try ta keeep this goin, but seems like all the shit I’m trynna work up ain’t goin no where. I’ve had these feelings before nigga, and I know if I continue what we got, it aint gon go away.. I seriously put you first off errythin which I know is a baaaaad thing. Your right, you do got me feenin’. But foreal, I aint trynna be in it wit you if I’m gon be stressssin 24 hours a day. I knoow I can’t be settin hella rules for you but seems like when I do shit you do, you take control of it and tell me what ta do. I appreciate you care but foreal, you gotta put ya self in my position. I’m tired of booshitttin erryone bout our prollems. I’m tired of keeepin errythin inside.. I’m tired of lettin u have all the priveleges and me bein stuck followin ya orders. I’m tired of errythin u put me thru. I aint no suckaa, I do go for what I want. And yess, I still want you.. but if I’m puttin in that effort, you gotta do the same.. You say iss fuhhevvaa evaa, and yet you still trynna find ya ride or die chick.. ‘If you aint gon luhhhh me, somebody else will..”
“ Bang. Click. Bam. Bam, you died.
Tokyo Drift
Happily ever after.. “ooh, who’s that cuutie!” “thass lil knuckles!” At first, thought you was a lil too young for me and was just a lil playa. Yeah, I started recognizin ya games and noticed you ain’t like any other nigga out there. I tried playin hard ta get, ta see if you was truly down for me, you proved ta me that you ain’t here just ta be here. I started ta hit rockbottom, so I started showin you that I was down for ya. We started off fantastic. Postin at night, late night phone calls full of laughter, flirtin like there’s no tmr, and you truly made me smile. I was happy that you was my boothang. Everythin felt as if it didn’t matter, as long as we got eachother. I treated you like nunna the other boys I used ta be wit. I let you go out at night, smoke/drank, flirt wit other females, letchu do whatever made you happy. Yeah, I was hurtin but I tried my hardest ta satisfy you, knowin ima be here thru whatever. I pushed every nigga outta my way, ta make a spot for you ta come in. I knew from the start we weren’t gon always have goodtimes, but I didn’t know it was this hard ta work shit out. You still don’t see the effort I put into you. Yea, this irritates me cos I want you ta be proud sayin “yeaaa, I roll wit errrrica.” Before,I have ta admit. You was a jerk. Stay neglectin me, doubtin me, and kept that daily grind. Shiiiit, I didn’t know whatta do. So that daly city nigga helped me figure shit out. Now you’ve changed to a better nigga, I’ve been treatin you harshly. Honestly, I still don’t trust you hunnit percent. Sometimes I do think of just lettin you be. I do me, you do you. But at the end, you know I cant resist cos I gotta do us. Yeah, you are my happiness. You know how ta make me cry, irritated, sad, smile, laugh til I tear, and alla that. You give me mixed emotions. Onna badass day, you can hella cheer me up. Onna good day, you know how ta push my buttons. What can I say, your mysweetest fucking misery. We barely see eachother now, barely phone, but hey. I’m still here for you thru eyythang! I ain’t goin no where babe. Thru all the booshit, I’m still here and remainin ta be here cos it’s us against the world. Hopefully sooner or later you can see that all I’m sayin ain’t all just talk. Sorry for puttin you thru dumbshit. I miss you babe
