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Monday, May 14, 2012

How I Met Your Sister


Song: How I Met Your Sister
Written by Toussaint Morrison
Released February 6, 2010

Chorus
Say what ya want, but my headphones are on
And I’m thinkin’ about turnin’em up
Ain’t nothin’ brand new but the shoes
Homie, it’s the same school, same rules tellin’ me what to do
Ya say you’d rather be suspended than in detention
You’re not the only one,
The only one, the only one
The only one, the only one
The only one, the only one
The only one
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She was packin’ up her backpack, lockin’ up her locker
In a hurry ‘cos the last bell rang. I was on my
Way to skippin’ class, gamblin’ without a hall pass
Ready to shoot dice on a pocket full’a lunch cash
Blindsided in our opposite agendas,
we collided walkin’ in the opposite direction
I said “excuse me” and she said “excuse you”
As I said w-w-w-w-w-what’s with the attitude hun

Then what she said next…
I’d rather not repeat in public
Then (hold up), in came the hall monitor and said
“ya just won tickets for two to after school”
(Awwww shhhhh) Now here we are in this room losin’ out
Strike one on her record and for me I’ve lost count
Because I could careless
B-b-but coulda swore I saw a tear drop fall from her

Pissed off eye
Passed her a note sayin’ it’s alright
She passed it back sayin’ you can die
That’s when I knew that it was more than spite

See when ya know- ya know
That what ya feel won’t
Compromise the truth
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Chorus
Say  what ya want, but my headphones are on
And I’m thinkin’ about takin’em off
You gotta make due with what’s good
Work the little that ya got like the hood. Make it do what it do
Ain’t nothin’ to lose but ya cool
Before ya know it it’ll be thru, but to tell you the truth
-
Suspension is vacation, but I’d rather be in detention with you
And so she took my word to negotiate a treuce
And vowed to never return to spendin’ time after school
I don’t got much to offer, but let me get to the point
Be my b-girl and I’ll be your b-boy
We ran hand-in-hand through the hallways of our youth
Although long-term relationships feel like servin’ time after school
We break and we mend better than we left it
‘Cos the most beautiful things grow from imperfection

My friends all say to let her know or let her go, man
I say my letter won’t be waitin’ on the postman
I’m gonna be the father that I never had
Be my woman, and I’ll be your man
-
Chorus
Say what ya want, but my cell phone ain’t on
I’m with the girl I met in detention
Ain’t worried ‘bout makin’ the grade
There’s far bigger thangs at stake, take it easy
Ya say you’d rather be suspended than in detention
You’re not the only one,

The only one, the only one
The only one, the only one
The only one, the only one
The only one…

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