what am i searching for?

Yesterland, I attended the infamous summerstage festival. Among this, besides the heat and the sweating hipsters was electronic /hip-hop music. This tiny arena stuffed nearly 5,000 people in making the temperature rise to nearly 100 degrees. The show was very interactive targeting two completly different audiences. This made the show way more inciting, different cultures incorporated into ONE atmosphere. All here for the well known diplo, a-trak, & headliner santogold. Also appearences by k-cudi, black star, and MZ STREAMZ. It was amazing. SO I indulged in many many joints and danced my pants off.



I really like santogold, as well as this song by her. LES ARTISTS. She sounded really great on stage and her music is really brilliant and unique. I really dig her. CHECK IT (also the lyrics below, I really think shes got a good vibe).

What I'm searching for
to tell it straight, I'm trying to build a wall
Walking by myself
down avenues that reek of time to kill
If you see me keep going
be a pass by waver
Build me up, bring me down
just leave me out you name dropper
Stop trying to catch my eye
I see you good you forced faker
Just make it easy
You're my enemy you fast talker

I can say I hope it will be worth what I give up
If I could stand up mean for the things that I believe

What am I here for
I left my home to disappear is all
I'm here for myself
Not to know you
I don't need no one else
Fit in so good the hope is that you cannot see me later
You don't know me
I am an introvert an excavator
I'm duckin' out for now
a face in dodgy elevators
Creep up and suddenly
I found myself
an innovator

Change, change, change,
I want to get up out of my skin
tell you what
if I can shake it
I'm 'a make this
something worth dreaming of


THIS robot can move. Sweep me off my feetz. That's all.

sober

crush,

My mind is a bowl of green tea flavored icecream. It's healthy. Although it melts. That is, when left out for too long. Sometimes I am left out for too long. And I melt. I think a butterfly attacked my stomach. Actually I know this, crush. It scares me. You scare me. But your smile remains warm. And I remain healthy. I'd like to attack your face. And everything else. I'd just rather not melt. Let's take a holiday.

I keep rising, I'm not the type to sink low. And I think your that type too. I can make you mix cds. And you can tell me I'm pretty. Fair deal?

-your secret admirer

7 things

I probably shouldn't say this
But at times I get so scared
When I think about the previous
Relationship we shared
It was awesome but we lost it
It's not possible for me not to care
And now we're standing in the rain
But nothing's ever gonna change until you hear
My dear

The seven things I hate about you
The seven things I hate about you
Oh you
You're vain, your games
You're insecure
You love me, you like her
You make me laugh
You make me cry
I don't know which side to buy
Your friends they're jerks
When you act like them
Just know it hurts
I wanna be with the one I know
And the seventh thing I hate the most that you do
You make me love you

It's awkward and its silent
As I wait for you to say
What I need to hear now
Your sincere apology
When you mean it I'll believe it
If you text it I'll delete it
Let's be clear
Oh, I'm not coming back
You're taking seven steps here

And compared to all the great things
That would take too long to write
I probably should mention the seven that I like

The seven things I like about you
Your hair, your eyes
Your old Levis
When we kiss I'm hypnotized
You make me laugh, you make me cry
But I guess that's both I'll have to buy
Your hand in mine
When we're intertwined
Everything's alright
I wanna be with the one I know
And the seventh thing I like the most that you do
You make me love you

miley cyrus coudn't of said it any better. where do I go from here miley?


GENUIS, check it

every line is oh k

madonna, wtf?

New york, New York, a city so nice they named it twice. I was making love to bryant park today. The manhattan sun was shinning down on me and my teany bikini while I studied the koran. I had my rockstar sunglasses on, obviously looking strung out. I had this feeling that someone was watching me. So. I turned around. Brought to my attention, instantly, was a guy glued to me. He shock his head and then gave me a thumbs up. So I gave him the thumbs down and I left. Disgusting.


I feel like there's still bitches that owe me sex.

If not Boo, you know what, I still fucked you

Can I hit in the MORNING
without givin you half of my dough
And even worse if I was broke would you WANT ME?
If I couldn't get you finer things
like all of them diamond rings bitches KILL FOR
would you STILL ROLL?
If we couldn't see the sun risin off the shore of Thailand
would you RIDE THEN, if I wasn't DROPPIN?
If I wasn't ah, eight figure nigga by the name of Jigga
would you come around me or would you clown me?
If I couldn't flow futuristic would ya
put your two lips on my wood and kiss it - could ya
see yourself with a nigga workin harder than 9 to 5
contend with six, two jobs to survive, or
do you need a BALLA? So you can shop and tear the MALL UP?
Brag, tell your friends what I BOUGHT YA
If you couldn't see yourself with a nigga when his dough is low
Baby girl, if this is so, yo..

No jay-z, I would NOT still ROLL.


You ain't gotta be rich but FUCK THAT
How we gonna get around your BUS PASS
Fo' I put this pussy on your mustache
Can you AFFORD ME, my niggaz breadwinners, never corny
Ambition makes me, so horny
Not the fussin and the frontin
If you got nuttin, baby boy, you betta
"Git Up, Git Out and get somethin" Shit!
I like a, lot of P-rada, Alize and Vodka
Late nights, candlelight, then I tear the cock up
Get it up I put it down erytime it pop up, huh
I got to snap em, let it loose, then I knock ya
Feel the juice, then I got ya, when you produce a rocka
I let you meet momma and introduce you to poppa
My, coochie remains in a Gucci name
Never test my patience nigga, I'm high maintenance
HIGH CLASS, if you ain't rollin, bypass
If you ain't holdin, I dash yo

homegirl nose wazzup.

I was in Brooklyn, attempting to "trek" home. I was sitting when a "couple' walked into my plane of view. Of course, the most miserable couple I've encountered since my last relationship, BAH-DING. Right. So, the woman asks me miserably if I can scoot over, so her and her cracked out LOVAH can sit next to eachother. Both of their faces sagged to the floor; with bones I've never seen protruding from every direction. There eyes were so doped out and they were just miserable. They were mumbling/fighting. The mans face was all cut up, they just looked worked. They had to be in their 30's. Had to of. The cavaties in their faces only screamed dope. I think he tried to kiss her. She was angry, maybe they hadn't scored? I never wanna be like that.

Only you can decide what is important to you.