Lolita Royale: That Paparazzi Kind of Loveeeeee

Saturday, May 30, 2009

That Paparazzi Kind of Loveeeeee

They say, that love can drive you crazy. Love can drive a person to do crazy things. Love can quite possibly one of the most common psychological problems that go untreated. If that makes sense. (Anyway I Love this video..I LOVE LADY GAGA and her style. Anybody who loves me, knows to buy me some Lady Gaga posters or something).

Peace & Gaga,

Lolita

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Chaotic? Indeed. Welcome Enlightened Ones.

Life is what you make it. Life is the search for fulfillment, desires and goals. Life is a course in the search for YOUR objective truth. Each of us have our own definitions to life and our own interests.
But this blog is filled with my interests: My passions, my interests, my randoms, my truths, my desires, my goals, my questions....my concerns. I urge others to live life in the present...IN THE NOW and to realize the beauty to life, the life in which each of us live. If you have found your objective truth...kudos to you.

Enjoy,
Lolita

Lyrics Currently on the Brain

Bad Misses, Throwing raspberry kisses on meYou looking for directions?Girl I feel your vision on meJust don't let him see you sweat'nand we ain't suppose to be involvedKnowing when we get it off, Girl I mean it allKeeping you fiending 'til you taking it tossedAnd when I'm breaking it offIts no denying the fact it's wrong'Cause you got a man who's probably playing his partYou probably breaking his heartHe trying to figure the reason you gon'Is it because he's superficialOr is he too submissiveOr did I come along and hit you with the futuristicOr is it 'cause you really couldn't see a future with himAll he about is paper, never took the time with you to listenYou want it gripped up, flipped, and thrownAnd get stripped and shown, the way to get in the zoneThe cost, dealing with this you won't be takin' a lossYou need to leave him aloneAnd roll with the one whose breaking you off
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Brother down the hallThe one you bound to callWorkaholic so really I'm rarely around at allWhat we started got serious repercussions in courtWe had a chance to turn back, but love that was longLate nights, twistin' somethin' listenin' to niecey singShe got the beefy, you tellin' me you deeply appreciate the company,the time we spend 'I feel the same; It's a shame you ain't my girlfriend''Cause listen: you need a brother with that physical fixthat come through in a mix for you with no head tricks or fraudyou need a new position, somethin' to get you open like its Eucalyptus got you ready to go for your'sCome on and work wit' meh', you won't get hurt wit' meh': Just keep it real and you'll get broken off certainleh' (certainly)Dealing with this you won't be takin' a loss; you need to leave I'm alone and roll with the one whose breakin' you off.
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Rollin' down the highway, listenin' to Sade sing the way the smooth operator move my wayYou sitting beside meLooking like Friday; Foster (jodie)Pam Grier structure look at your bodyKeep each other thirstyKisses like HersheyBut lips is sealed'Cause we don't need the controversyI say I'm in town, You say you want it in the worst wayYou probably told your man it was your it was ya lil's birthdayMeanwhile, Its champagne chilling in iceYou ready for the freakiest thangs you done in ya life?We breaking down like we Road dogs pulin' a heist.You making sounds like the vibe got you reaching your heightsPrepare for flight, this is your captainI'm getting strapped inTheres no denying the strengthOf'dis attraction girlWorking with this you won't be taking a lossSo stop fooling your man and roll with the oneWho's breaking you off

"I Know"

Anyone who knows me, knows that one o f my favorite songs happens to be "I Know" by Jay-Z. Its something about his words and what he's saying that gets me. Have you ever been so in love, that love became a drug? Something you had to have with that person? Deep stuff....
So I'm showing the lyrics.
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She wants that old thing back Uh- uh- uh- She want those Heroin tracks She likes me She fiends for me nightly She leans for me Morning she rush for my touch This is about LUST Cold sweats occur when I'm not with her My presence is a must- must- must- Bonita Applebum, i gotta put you on If i didn't when we cuttin' the feeling would be too strong In any form, i'm giving you sweet dreams That Sugar Hill, she call me her sweet thing That Black Rain that take away your pain Just for one night, baby, take me in vein Now that feelin' got you trippin' You no wanna feel no differently Said lust has got you itchin' All wide open and its' drippin' -eh -eh -eh -eh I know what you like, i am your prescription I'm your physician, i'm your addiction
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I am so DOPE Like Louboutins with the red bottoms You gotta have 'em, you glad you got 'em Like every color Giuseppe's, your guilty pleasure is me Its so much fun, you shun therapy Although it never be, the feeling is fleeting Shopping's like coppin', you constantly need it I'm never around, you constantly seek it You'll never be down, i know where your peak is 9 1/2 weeks is better than 12-steps I keep tryin' to remind you to keep tellin' yourself Now your conscience is interfering, like "Better yourself!" Like you better get help But when that medicine's felt? We're back together Don't ever leave me Don't ever let 'em tell you that you'll never need me My China White, 'til we D.O.A. Its Montego forever, baby, lets get away....
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How could you leave me? I thought that you needed me! When the world got too much and you pleaded with me-- Who helped you immediately? How speedy of me! How could you deny me so vehemently? Now your body is shakin' trying to free it of me And your soul is in control, trying to lead it from me And your heart no longer pledge allegiance to me Damn, i'm missing the days when you needed the D

Lolita Royale

Food for thought...

Saturday, May 30, 2009

That Paparazzi Kind of Loveeeeee

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