WHITERTAINMENT

CLONING OF SELF Now I know why you have come back to me With that feeble heathen; the ever mourning baby The people know that the guy you favoured didn't work The man of your dream drilled you down to the bank And now every coin you can come across pays the loans The loans that fed the concubines The loans you never enjoyed That's life, my girl. It's better to be lucky than good Quickly full of pride,  you left Slowly and humbly, you come                        I have my turn. A turn to tan you dark like a coal I have my turn. A turn to turn you back from your goal Your chirpy sound is beaten by smelly food full of fat The odour from your mouth, worse than a dump site Your voice worst than the worst voice-broken adolescent Look at your figure! As thin as a string of cobweb With a big stomach, like a loop. Or is it a bribe That you ate to conceal whatever transpired between you? And you're here convincin...

Je me respecte J'ai complètement refusé Être numéro deux C'est égal être utilisé Avec ça je me tais aussi Je suis fort sans toi Quand tu étais avec lui Tu ne peux pas discuter avec moi? Mes SMS, appels, étaient un hymne méchant Je t'en supplie. Laisse-moi tranquille Je suis fort sans toi C'est une chose difficile à admettre Avant mes amis que j'aime Une fille que j'ai rencontrée Pour toujours avec elle à vivre Je suis fort sans toi Mais maintenant, je suis ici Courageux de professer Quelle joie j'y ai trouvé Où ma force a gagné des prouesses Je suis fort sans toi Maintenant, j'ai maîtrisé la force de bouger Juste ce qui importa...

Lovelorn Standing in the middle of the cliff Staring at all the many available a leaf Down, down down bellow the fall I look up and behold, it is well Me on a cliff, my eyes on the leaf The eyes grow smaller, my head grows heavier I'm thinking of my lovely Brenda A heavier me, and a lovely Brenda My bones and I turns slender I try my best to give nature my smiles You could detect it's fake from miles The best smile, fake from miles I pick my phones, my phone my pills I look at nature, which lone has nurtured And there is see my love, here, it's featured Lonely nurtured, love featured My life, a game to be manned Anyway, every man lost a rib Probably, she'll come to my bachelor's crib A lost rib, and a bachelor's crib A double tragedy, I need my Beb A pretty and warm like Brenda Indeed, none is like my Brenda I need my real smile, I need my exact rib I need myself back I need that from nature © Demetrius White