Twitter: BrentTheThug
Bank head bummy on a bout, about a lota dollas in my pad I gotta max it out. Drummin dolla diggers down that dolla docket wit-my-glock-stayed-off-on-cocked theen let-three-off-and-pocket. And we on a boat “Hoes in the scope”; a mother fucking scope cause we on a boat.
Sactown is really making a resurgence from their 08 09 days.
How long can one wait, reciprocate the feelings of first crush dates that blossomed into colossal columns of, o wait, yeah that’s right nothing. Because you weren’t of true intentions, able to write marriage proposal questions; you’re a pussy. It’s getting very hard to hide, she’s known you for years, tears shed and shared, everything has been stripped and bared; everything except for that secret box. You know the one shoved deep within your brain recesses, behind the play station one cheat code triangle triangle square square sequences, just to give Sonic another life to run around really fast for fucking what? How long were Toejam and Earl really friends? Maybe I’m just angry from losing all of my happily never endings. She wrote our future in magic marker on my mirror; the irony suffocates me down to how I never cleaned it off, just smeared it to nonrecognition. Minutes turn to hours and the hours just fall off. Where do the hours go when you don’t even care?
Brent Mancini’s Tattoo, September 2011
My baby daddy just got this tattoo.
That Baby Daddy she mentions is I =)
Fuck I remember when all these captions had relevance.
(Source: mrptdy)
