As some may know… I ended a 7 year relationship with my school ‘mates’ (nah I didn’t get held back yah prehk)
Ended you say? Yes. Done. Finito
CUS’ IM AFTER THE DOH LIKE REH MIH FAH SOH!
The mudda suckkas really stood out which clouded the rest of the ‘good’ times but a real lifer lives by the lifer code… No memories then there was no life. Little finger goes up to your man. SING BADA BADA!
The amount of fake smiles was unbelievable. I’m not being cynical about life as a Bon’s lad but… take two it’s a rap. No typo.
‘Why do I feel so alone like everyone passing through the common room is in character like they acting out a movie role?!’
Bringing me swiftly to the ting ting… Friends.
A friend of mine (oh the irony) said ‘What are friends for?… Really… What are friends for?’“]
Is it to make yourself feel loved…. Awww?!
Is it to reassure you when you die some, bar your family, will attend your funeral?
Is it becomes your life will seem meaningless as that is the only thing you do; talk to friends, go out with friends, fall out with friends, steal friends past ‘mans’ (yh that was to you), cry about a next ‘man’ (yh you too), or some irrelevant past time…
KEEP YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE SO KEEP EVERYONE FAR!
I chat crap cus’ friends are the ting!
Shape holla! Will holla! Tasha holla! Julie holla! Fahm holla! The world holla!