well… besides “beez in the trap” i really like “sex in the lounge” on nicki minaj’s album…i dunno what lil wayne is talking about though:
Beat that and use a rubber, but I came on her body
I lay her down and kiss her neck and talk dirty to her
Like I get that pussy wetter than a dirty sewer
uh…. that is not attractive lil wayne. you lost me when you “came on her body” and when you got “that pussy wetter than a dirty sewer” …. who the fuck wants to HEAR that?
they’re lucky this beat is hot. LMAO because the shit they are saying is just disgusting.
she gets a tongue ring and suddenly corsets are her life. it kills me how she’ll take photos of herself in the bathroom mirror…and there’s a baby potty in the background.
i don’t understand what happened to her. it’s like she lost her mind.
i was all set to go on vacation and then my parents (don’t know why they were married in my dream, they’ve been divorced for nearly 10 years already) told me that we weren’t going to canada anymore—and i was all like WTF?! i was obssessing over our dog though because i was scared that he wouldn’t be alright spending the entire weekend inside the house. apparently my father forgot to ask somebody to take care of him, so he claimed the vet was going to take care of him, but he wasn’t sure—so I kept obsessing like i gave him more fresh water and more food than usual and i fixed his dog bed and his dog blankets, and then i started moving lamps and everything i thought he could knock into and will fall—and hit him on the head, and then finally my parents were like nope we’re not going anymore.
i wasn’t this age either. i was a teenager. usually when i dream i’m always older than i am because in my mind i’m always older than i am.
anyway my dad’s wife was living in my mom’s old condo—or actually just visiting and i was like what? so i went swimming, but it felt like arizona, not connecticut, in my aunt and uncle’s pool—and she was like ‘oh somebody is in here’ when i tried to get into the bathroom to change my clothes (i went swimming with my pants and t-shirt on. NOT shorts…but pants…). so i got ready and man i had some fly shit on lmao—a nice pair of jeans and this t-shirt that was wicked cool, don’t even know where it came from in my dream because i don’t own such a shirt. so i got ready and i knew by the time i got ready she’d be out and on the prowl. so my father told me that he’d wait for me—so i went to go grab litey bear (obviously) and then i an into my dad’s wife.
she was all like blah blah blah blah blah and then she started singing church songs—and i was like listen lady, lets not get fucking crazy over here. so i walked out the door and suddenly it all looked like my mom’s condo again. so i’m in the parking area for the cars and i see these two guys who are apparently my neighbors (in my dreams) and really friendly. so i ask them if they’ve seen my father (and my mom was with him too but i asked about my dad) and he said oh yeah, he left—so i went postal and suddenly we weren’t in connecticut anymore, we were in pennsylvania.
so i started making comments about how my dad’s just pissed off because his high tech smart phone doesn’t work in penn. and they’re like well that’s strange it should work anywhere in the united states and i’m like i know, but whatever.
so i ended up at a gas station with a mini mart—actually, it was like a mini grocery store and no gas station. so i go in there and i got a hold of my mom on her cell phone since my dad’s was on the frits and i’m like ma! you guys left me! and she’s like oh your father this and your father that—and i’m like what the hell? so i’m in line with somethings and those two guys that are apparently my neighbors were there and they were throwing mints at me like a whole container of them telling me to buy them because they’ll help me not be so angry.
so i took them and i’m standing in line—and then i’m in the wrong area so all these people are going ahead of me before i realize. well i sneeze in my dream and then when i open my eyes again i see that two guys ahead of me just dropped their stuff and reached into the back of their pants for GUNS.
so i throw myself outside of the mini mart and i don’t tell anybody—but then they catch on. suddenly there are more than one guy and one followed me outside—just shooting and shooting and shooting—and i’m scrambling around on the damn floor like oh my god… they’re going to kill me. i mean they were murdering people in the fucking street right in front of my eyes!!!!
so i don’t know how i did it but i hid under somebody’s suv and prayed they guy ran out of bullets, but then later on in the dream i was watching some guy tell the story—but it was MY STORY and he was telling the news lady and she asked him what happened and he’s like “I climbed on top of one of the suv’s and stayed flat and then I kicked the guy in the back when he tried to climb on top the suv—his gun went flying and then he smashed his head into another car and got knocked out—or died—and i’m like that fucking asshole is telling my story and he’s telling it WRONG!
end of dream
and i’ve got one of my cary screencaps from “suspicion” as my background—and after three hours my dad is like “who is that—Harrison Ford?” and I made a face and said “No. Harrison Ford—really?” and he said “Yeah, when he was younger?” and I’m like “No. It’s black and white. Harrison was never in a black and white movie.” and he’s like “Are you sure?” and I’m like “Uh…yeah.”
then two hours after that he was like “Cary Grant, right? When was this?” and I’m like…that mofo, he knew it all along.
if there’s anything my father should know (anyone should know) is that if it isn’t harrison ford, it’s cary grant, these days…
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.
I’ve read the book it’s based on and I still have no idea what the hell the director was on when he made this movie.
And I have to write a paper on this by Monday. Great.
It might take you 5 times to understand only 1/4 of this movie. Well…at least that’s how it worked for me.