my rants

He put them low profiles on my car
He treats me to a pedi plus manicure
Anything I ask for from my sponsor he go and bu-bu-bu-buy buy
A baby blue madalion I just got
My feet they speak italian walk so hot
I tell him baby thanks alot
My sponsor he go and bu-bu-buy buy

He ain't no square
He just likes to share
In love with a tip for throwin hundreds in the air
Throw some over here
And loui drop the loui drop the loui in my lap

Yeaaah (and all my ladies say)
Yeaaah (the go go girls say)
Yeaaah (hey hey)
I got myself a sponsor
Yeeaaah (to fill up a drank for me)
Yeeaaah (to fill up a tank for me)
Yeeaaah (to put something in the bank for)
I got myself a sponsor
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He must be a rapper, baller, doctor, dentist
Corner boy, cook chef, chemist
I don't even care
Just so long as he goes and bu-bu-buy buy


I was just listening to that song and started thinking maybe I should get myself a sponsor, it can't be that bad.
I might not have a car that needs to be pimped and the closest I have ever come to a mani-pedi was watching legally blonde, but  still...who can say no to a little extra cash? You can get some Jimmy Choo knock offs and lie about how your cousin in New York bought you those shoes at some high end shop Manhattan.

                                              These are actually real.                                                                                   

Too bad the only kind of sponsors you can find this side of the planet come in a very unaesthetic package...very old, grizzly looking fellas with pot bellies.It can't be good walking around town with someone like that...makes you look your market value. The young boys hate you, young women secretly envy you but make themselves feel better by talking shit about you and the older generation uses you as an example of everything gone wrong in society. But since the prospects of me getting a spomsor border on zero, I'll drop the topic for now.

In other unrelated and random news...I might have to kill my neighbour. He is not adding value to my life, if anything he's responsible for ruining the most beautiful thing in my life right now. He is tampering with the most satisfying element of my young adult life. I mean nothing gives me more pleasure than this and he has to come along and take it away. In that respect I may be forced to terminate his existence if he ruins my morning sleep again. Because I have the laziest routine known to man, I get to sleep late and get up late. But this inconsiderate prick who lives next door starts playing the most boring songs as early as 8 30 am. Plus, as if that wasn't bad enough he always sings along. If I hear him sing Lazizi one more time I might be forced to ask Sauti Sol to come kick his ass coz he's ruining it.
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I just remembered how big he is, so I need a guaranteed-to-work plan.

Today am not going to say a lot coz I doubt there is anyone reading this. Am starting to think this is an effort in futility. But who cares..i'll just go on writing coz am sure half the time no one listens to what am saying.
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I have to go now...there is a lot out there waiting for me.