I wanna kiss your love button while I slowly probe my fingers deeper and deeper inside your love box.
by joepetersiii November 2, 2003
525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear. 525,600 minutes - how do you measure,
measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee. In
inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. In 525,600 minutes - how do you
measure a year in the life?
How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love. Seasons of
love.
525,600 minutes! 525,000 journeys to plan. 525,600 minutes - how can you measure
the life of a woman or man?
In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried. In bridges he burned, or
the way that she died.
It’s time now to sing out, tho the story never ends let's celebrate remember a year in the life of friends. Remember
the love! Remember the love! Remember
the love! Measure in love. Seasons of love! Seasons of love.
measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee. In
inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. In 525,600 minutes - how do you
measure a year in the life?
How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love. Seasons of
love.
525,600 minutes! 525,000 journeys to plan. 525,600 minutes - how can you measure
the life of a woman or man?
In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried. In bridges he burned, or
the way that she died.
It’s time now to sing out, tho the story never ends let's celebrate remember a year in the life of friends. Remember
the love! Remember the love! Remember
the love! Measure in love. Seasons of love! Seasons of love.
by KeLsEy :D May 6, 2005
A term originally coined by Ringo Starr but later popularized by internet personality Ethan Klein. It is used in a bid to calm an individual when an offensive comment is being made towards them.
by lemonsinsocks February 25, 2021
Fuckers in school telling me, always in the barber shop
"Chief Keef ain't 'bout this, Chief ain't 'bout that"
My boy a BD on fucking Lamron and them
He, he, they say that nigga don't be putting in no work
Shut the fuck up, y'all niggas ain't know shit
All y'all motherfuckers talkin' about
"Chief Keef ain't no hitter, Chief Keef ain't this, Chief Keef a fake"
Shut the fuck up, y'all don't live with that nigga
Y'all know that nigga got caught with a ratchet
Shootin' at the police and shit
Nigga been on probation since fuckin' I don't know when
Motherfucker, stop fuckin' playin' him like that
Them niggas savages out there
If I catch another motherfucker talking sweet about Chief Keef
I'm fucking beatin' they ass, I'm not fucking playin' no more
Know them niggas roll with Lil Reese and them
(Young Chop on the beat)
Love Sosa, bitches love Sosa, huh?
Let them know then, 'Raris and Rovers (huh)
Ayy, lil' Cobra, ayy, ayy
Bang, bang-bang
God, y'all some broke boys, God, y'all some broke boys
These bitches love Sosa, O end or no end
Fuckin' with them O boys, you gon' get fucked over
'Raris and Rovers, these hoes love Chief Sosa
Hit him with that Cobra, now that boy slumped over
They do it all for Sosa, you boys ain't making no noise
Y'all know I'm a grown boy, your clique full of broke boys
God, y'all some broke boys, God, y'all some broke boys
We GBE dope boys, we got lots of dough, boy
"Chief Keef ain't 'bout this, Chief ain't 'bout that"
My boy a BD on fucking Lamron and them
He, he, they say that nigga don't be putting in no work
Shut the fuck up, y'all niggas ain't know shit
All y'all motherfuckers talkin' about
"Chief Keef ain't no hitter, Chief Keef ain't this, Chief Keef a fake"
Shut the fuck up, y'all don't live with that nigga
Y'all know that nigga got caught with a ratchet
Shootin' at the police and shit
Nigga been on probation since fuckin' I don't know when
Motherfucker, stop fuckin' playin' him like that
Them niggas savages out there
If I catch another motherfucker talking sweet about Chief Keef
I'm fucking beatin' they ass, I'm not fucking playin' no more
Know them niggas roll with Lil Reese and them
(Young Chop on the beat)
Love Sosa, bitches love Sosa, huh?
Let them know then, 'Raris and Rovers (huh)
Ayy, lil' Cobra, ayy, ayy
Bang, bang-bang
God, y'all some broke boys, God, y'all some broke boys
These bitches love Sosa, O end or no end
Fuckin' with them O boys, you gon' get fucked over
'Raris and Rovers, these hoes love Chief Sosa
Hit him with that Cobra, now that boy slumped over
They do it all for Sosa, you boys ain't making no noise
Y'all know I'm a grown boy, your clique full of broke boys
God, y'all some broke boys, God, y'all some broke boys
We GBE dope boys, we got lots of dough, boy
These bitches love Sosa and they love them Glo Boys
Know we from the 'Go boy, but we cannot go, boy
No, I don't know old boy, I know he's a broke boy
'Raris and Rovers, convertible Lambo's, boy
You know I got bands, boy, and it's in my pants, boy
Disrespect them O boys, you won't speak again, boy
Don't think that I'm playin', boy, no, we don't use hands, boy
No, we don't do friends, boy, collect bands, I'm a landlord
I gets lots of commas, I can fuck your mama
I ain't with the drama, you can meet my llama
Ridin' with 3hunna, with 300 foreigns
These bitches see Chief Sosa, I swear to God, they honored
These bitches love Sosa, O end or no end
Fuckin' with them O boys, you gon' get fucked over
'Raris and Rovers, these hoes love Chief Sosa
Hit him with that Cobra, now that boy slumped over
They do it all for Sosa, you boys ain't making no noise
Y'all know I'm a grown boy, your clique full of broke boys
God, y'all some broke boys, God, y'all some broke boys
We GBE dope boys, we got lots of dough, boy
Don't make me call D. Rose, boy, he six double-O, boy
And he keep that pole, boy, you gon' get fucked over
Bitch, I did sell soda and I done sell coca'
She gon' clap for Sosa, he gon' clap for Sosa
They do it for Sosa, them hoes, they so off of Sosa
Tadoe off that molly water, so nigga be cool like water
'Fore you get hit with this lava, bitch, I'm the trending topic
Don't care no price, I'll cop it, B, and your bitch steady jockin' me
Know we from the 'Go boy, but we cannot go, boy
No, I don't know old boy, I know he's a broke boy
'Raris and Rovers, convertible Lambo's, boy
You know I got bands, boy, and it's in my pants, boy
Disrespect them O boys, you won't speak again, boy
Don't think that I'm playin', boy, no, we don't use hands, boy
No, we don't do friends, boy, collect bands, I'm a landlord
I gets lots of commas, I can fuck your mama
I ain't with the drama, you can meet my llama
Ridin' with 3hunna, with 300 foreigns
These bitches see Chief Sosa, I swear to God, they honored
These bitches love Sosa, O end or no end
Fuckin' with them O boys, you gon' get fucked over
'Raris and Rovers, these hoes love Chief Sosa
Hit him with that Cobra, now that boy slumped over
They do it all for Sosa, you boys ain't making no noise
Y'all know I'm a grown boy, your clique full of broke boys
God, y'all some broke boys, God, y'all some broke boys
We GBE dope boys, we got lots of dough, boy
Don't make me call D. Rose, boy, he six double-O, boy
And he keep that pole, boy, you gon' get fucked over
Bitch, I did sell soda and I done sell coca'
She gon' clap for Sosa, he gon' clap for Sosa
They do it for Sosa, them hoes, they so off of Sosa
Tadoe off that molly water, so nigga be cool like water
'Fore you get hit with this lava, bitch, I'm the trending topic
Don't care no price, I'll cop it, B, and your bitch steady jockin' me
by jason bourne its jesus christ May 23, 2022
by reformedpug January 23, 2017
by kilkrazy June 27, 2005
Emotional scars from a past lover/relationship. This relationship does not have to end badly nor does the past lover have to be abusive. It is simply missing something or someone you held close to you but now is a faded friendship.
Carter-“ Bro I don’t know what it is about Jaky...she just left me with so many Love Scars”
Mac-“yeah bro I know how it feels”
Mac-“yeah bro I know how it feels”
by VexGonzo April 28, 2018