#3619

[sleepsucks]

[gr8writingtips]

writing tip #3619:

if you have a habit of dismissing your ideas, you will only get better at dismissing yourself

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: July 30, 2013

Lyrics:

Everybody get up

Everybody get up

Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey (ah)

Hey, hey, hey (woo)

Turn me up

If you can't hear, what I'm tryna say (hey girl, come here)

If you can't read, from the same page

Maybe I'm going deaf (hey, hey, hey)

Maybe I'm going blind (hey, hey, hey)

Maybe I'm out of my mind (hey, hey, hey)

Everybody get up

Okay, now he was close

Tried to domesticate you

But you're an animal

Baby, it's in your nature (meow)

Just let me liberate you (hey, hey, hey)

You don't need no papers (hey, hey, hey)

That man is not your maker (hey, hey, hey)

And that's why I'm gon' take you (everybody get up)

Good girl

I know you want it (hey)

I know you want it

I know you want it

You're a good girl (oh yeah)

Can't let it get past me (oh yeah)

You're far from plastic (alright)

Talkin' about getting blasted

I hate these blurred lines

I know you want it (hey)

I know you want it (oh, oh, yeah yeah)

I know you want it

But you're a good girl (hey)

The way you grab me

Must wanna get nasty (hey, hey, hey)

Go ahead, get at me

Everybody get up (come on)

What do they make dreams for?

When you got them jeans on? (Why?)

What do we need steam for?

You the hottest bitch in this place

I feel so lucky (hey, hey, hey)

You wanna hug me (hey, hey, hey)

What rhymes with hug me? (Hey, hey, hey)

Hey (everybody get up)

Okay, now he was close

Tried to domesticate you

But you're an animal

Baby, it's in your nature (uh huh)

Just let me liberate you (uh huh)

You don't need no papers (uh huh)

That man is not your maker (uh huh)

And that's why I'm gon' take you (everybody get up)

Good girl

I know you want it

I know you want it (hey)

I know you want it

You're a good girl

Can't let it get past me (hey, hey)

You're far from plastic (oh)

Talkin' about getting blasted (everybody get up)

I hate these blurred lines (hate them lines)

I know you want it (I hate them lines)

I know you want it (I hate them lines)

I know you want it

But you're a good girl (good girl, yeah)

The way you grab me (Hustle Gang, homie)

Must wanna get nasty (lego) (ay say Rob)

Go ahead, get at me (let me holla at 'em real quick)

One thing I ask of you (okay)

Let me be the one you back that ass up to (come on)

Go from Malibu to Paris, boo (yeah)

Had a bitch, but she ain't bad as you (uh-uh, ey)

So, hit me up when you passin' through

I'll give you something big enough to tear your ass in two

Swag on 'em even when you dress casual (oh, oh, oh)

I mean, it's almost unbearable (ey, ey, ey, ey) (everybody get up)

In a hundred years not dare would I

Pull a Pharcyde, let you pass me by (uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)

Nothin' like your last guy, he too square for you

He don't smack that ass and pull your hair for you (like that)

So I'm just watchin' (just watchin') and waitin' (and waitin')

For you to salute the true big pimpin'

Not many women can refuse this pimpin' (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)

I'm a nice guy, but don't get confused, get pimpin' (everybody get up)

Shake your rump

Get down

Get up

Do it like it hurt

Like it hurt

What, you don't like work?

Hey (everybody get up)

Baby, can you breathe?

I got this from Jamaica

It always works for me

Dakota to Decatur (uh huh)

No more pretending (hey, hey, hey) (uh huh)

'Cause now your winning (hey, hey, hey) (uh huh)

Here's our beginning (hey, hey, hey) (uh huh) (uh)

I always wanted a

You're good girl, oh yeah-yeah (everybody get up)

I know you want it (hey)

I know you want it

I know you want it

You're a good girl (yeah yeah)

Can't let it get past me (oh yeah)

You're far from plastic (alright)

Talk about getting blasted

I hate these blurred lines (everybody get up)

I know you want it (hey)

I know you want it (oh oh, yeah yeah)

I know you want it

But you're a good girl (hey, hey)

The way you grab me

Must wanna get nasty (hey, hey, hey)

Go ahead, get at me

Songwriter:

Everybody get up

Everybody get up

Robin Thicke / Pharrell Williams / Clifford Harris Jr. / Marvin Gaye / Edward Townsend

SongFacts:

👉📖

Homepage:

Robin Thicke

T.I.

Pharrell Williams

[every-tome]

[coveysux]

[aceofangelsstan]

Happy Choa Day - March 6, 2019

[wale-bae]

Scars beyond healing

Tears could touch the ceiling

Nightmares from bs feelings

Wanting to be treated the way I treat

My mind keeps fighting with my heart

3-0 my mind always with the defeat

Compromising only to get the short end of the stick

At times I want to scream fuck the world and suck a dick

Yet I keep giving this love thing a fucking try

[coveysux]

There is intensity, there is urgency, there is clarity in talking to your mother. Say this: “I’m sorry.” Say, “Dad, I’m so sorry,” say “Mary, please forgive me,” “I didn’t mean to hurt you, my love, I will never do it again.” Say this, aloud: “Sorry, Mom.” Any other phrase cuts like that, too, “Mother Mary...”, “Dad, Mom,” it all shreds you to little pieces one layer at a time. As a piece of her, you are speaking to your Whole, like if your teeth were to say, “We are so sorry for every time we have caused you pain, thank you so much for taking care of us, thank you for sharing with us your happiness when you smile.” Like you are her teeth, or the hairs on her legs, or the palm of her hand. All I’m saying is, I ought to call my mom more.

when AJR said “Could you not be mad at me...?”