look at me!
Dhe wahy mah bling-bling flizzles..
look at me!
te way i do’s my’s grandmaster handstand, u’s got’s serfed..
look at me!
the way my Jimmy Choo’s match my Dior bag, like, totally!
look at them.. who dey trying to kid? paris hilton?
Pretenders… fascinating ppl.. born without identity.. but dat’s a good thing rite? i mean, dey can be set in ANY mould.. dey can be WANNABE gangsters, WANNABE cool, phat hip hop bunnies, WANNABE bimbo..
Harsh? puhleeezzz… y can’t ppl just be happy bout themselves? so wat if every1 thinks ur lame? dat "every1" dat u place on a pedestal are WANNABEs’!!
another thing bout these ppl.. de way dey go about, u’d think we’d have de perfect legal system by now.. people! its WRONG to JUDGE others!!! SO WAT if ur fren prefer’s single-eyed banjo-playing sloths in bell-bottoms compared to linkin park or something?? really? wats de big deal? hell a person like dat would be my best fren.. cuz he’s himself..
i ain’t judging these ppl btw.. just a reality check.. i mean, how do u judge entire tribes? oh wait.. actually dat would be pretty easy cuz each WANNABE is exactly de same as the other!
but it ain’t my place to judge.. my empathy prevents me..
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