Really fallen out of love with drinking.
You slur words, stumble then you feel unbelievably shit in the morning.
I will win this argument.
Just when you’re fading ohh whoa,
Put your hand in my hand, and let go.
Cuz’ tonight is gonna blow, you know you’re not alone,
Baby I’ll be right beside ya.
Put your hand in my hand, and let go.
Cuz’ tonight is gonna blow, you know you’re not alone,
Baby I’ll be right beside ya.
- Right Beside You, Jakwob.
4 I don’t believe in ice baths.
I know all about R.I.C.E. but after that you’re meant to keep warm to maintain good circulation and start the healing process, I prefer to skip straight to the healing bit. Having said that I’m stiff as fuck.
I want to go to clubbing.
Not out, like in Chatham, Rochester or Maidstone but like actual clubbing. Somewhere that doesn’t play anything in the charts, music without words on ear-tingling sound systems.
Too many niggas,
Not enough ho’s,
Too many rookies,
Not enough pros.
Not enough ho’s,
Too many rookies,
Not enough pros.
- Ludacris
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