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Your favorite things aint yo favorite no mo,people in your friends life seem to come n go.Boredem takes over your mind like a pimp to a hoe,only thinkin about livin n spendin doe.Wnating to live out ya dreams, like ye aint knoe,better to have failed and tried than not to have tried at all.Wishin and dreamin for a smart, nice, kind boy who tall,well it aint chris brown, take ya behind down to the mall.Give it up! Girl you stand if you fall,but what's the difference u used to it like telemarketers makin calls.Seems like everytime I rhyme, there's somethin so sublime,directing my concepts in a personal time-line,but not the past cuz my presence is now,and the reaction aint wow.You wanna know how?Lemme walk into a crowd,no more than 2 percent would notice me around.It's like T.I. vs. T.I.P., got my own haterade inside of me,past what ya eyes can see, a sense of no self-esteem,and if you think I'm being mean, tally up the guys who beam.The ones who take the time out to see my inner beauty's light,well CMB aint my man yet so no total to write.Lemme live in this fantasy land, let me breathe through the pen,cuz when my mind is freed on paper, I'll tell you my solution again.