Tuesday, June 24, 2008

I hear you Riskay

Every time I hear that song by Riskay (okay, I've heard it maybe twice), I can't help but think that she's singing to me. It's just a song that hits home, ya know?

Why you comin' home, at five in the morn, something's goin' on, can I smell yo dick? Don't play me like a fool, 'cause that ain't cool. So what you need to do is let me smell YO dick. It's 4 o' clock and I'm sleepin', it's late night and you creepin', you coulda' told me "I'm leavin'", now I know you're out there cheatin'. Why you comin' home, at five in the morn, something's goin' on, can I smell yo dick? Don't play me like a fool, 'cause that ain't cool. So what you need to do is let me smell YO dick.

Tell me those words don't resonate with you. You're lying. They do. I know when I creep, Jill will be waitin' up for me and she'll be all "Fool, come over here and let me smell yo dick" and I'll be all like "bitch don't be frontin'" and she'll be all "whatevah" and I'll be all "go back to sleep". And back and forth we go.

So thank you Riskay for writing my song.

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2 comments:

  1. Jane Says:

    I didn't know "yo" was a homonym.

  2. Brian Says:

    Yes it is. For show.

    I'm white.