#d why

There are now five messages in my inbox from D calling me Stanleigh Belis.

I wish D-Why was still rapping.

being a dinah girl is so hard because shes just so sweet and always thinking of others.. but at the same time she is so dammm stubborn and ignorant

I don’t give a fuck about your problems, I got my own. They say I act way to crass and I’ll end up alone. I told ‘em I would make it. There’s nothing that can stop me. And I’m lookin’ so clean, but I’m feeling so sloppy. I hope you can see everything in me. There is a dark side within me. Sometimes we fight, we’re fine. I hope everything will be alright. So, I’m a rap my broken heart out. From the sun until it’s dark out. And no I cannot stop now, ‘cause I’m driving with the top down. Tryin’a make this a reality, but it’s just a fallacy. ‘Cause right here with you—there’s no place I’d rather be. I’m just tryin’a get it, get it —but sometimes I need some help. Just forget it, get it —I’m a do it by myself. They told me stop, I told them, “no”. They told me stop, I told them, “go”. They told me rock, I told them, “roll”. I’m on top the totem pole.   I’m talking, can you hear me? I promise, you don’t scare me, I know my other side, I don’t hide, ‘Cause I… I’m not afraid of you, you’re not afraid of me, Just look me in the mirror, tell me what do you see? I see a monster, I see a giant, Maybe ‘cause I am David and Goliath. You don’t even know the half. ‘Cause I’ve been waiting around for you to get back. I’m incomplete, down on my luck. You’re always there to bring me right back up. I got 99 bitches, and ain’t none of them problems. And even if they were I got a solution to solve ‘em. What’s that? Fuck bitches, get money. And laugh like everything is always funny. But, but then I wanna wife them, and I don’t even like them. Honeymoon them, give them credit cards. And tell them there’s no prices. They tell me I’m the nicest, and I feel like good guy. And that’s all in the nick-of-time for us to say our goodbyes. Momma where did I go wrong? I’ve been flattering myself all along. And it feels so right, but they tell me it’s so wrong. If I ain’t feeling me, then who gon’ feel me, feel me? As long as I keep it real and remain the real me, I’m a be alright.