They drank a cuppa of coffee
They drank a cuppa of tee
They drank a bottle of vodka
They drank a bottle of beer
They saw a deer
And drinked the beer
They decided to bake
And made a cake
They put love in the cake
They ate the bake
And went to the clouds
They flew through the skies
And ate cinnamon pies
They drop from the clouds
To hell, through the ground
They burned in hell
And didn't get a chance to tell
That we are gay

That's The Way Maahi Ve O Tere Aankhen Kali Kali
Tera Gora Gora Mukhdha Hai Re Maahi Ve Tere Rangat
Jaise Sona Tu Chaand Ka Jaisa Tukda Hai Re Maahi Ve Tere
Gaal Gulabi Rabba Rabba Chal Sharabi Rabba Rabba
Dil Ki Kharabi Rabba Rabba Tu Soniye Jind Maahi Ve
Soni Soni Aaja Mahi Ve Everybody Sing Soni Soni
Aaja Mahi Ve Jind Maahi Ve Soni Soni Aaja Mahi Ve
Everybody Sing Soni Soni Aaja Mahi Ve

Melvin A Thomas wrote:

That's The Way Maahi Ve O Tere Aankhen Kali Kali
Tera Gora Gora Mukhdha Hai Re Maahi Ve Tere Rangat
Jaise Sona Tu Chaand Ka Jaisa Tukda Hai Re Maahi Ve Tere
Gaal Gulabi Rabba Rabba Chal Sharabi Rabba Rabba
Dil Ki Kharabi Rabba Rabba Tu Soniye Jind Maahi Ve
Soni Soni Aaja Mahi Ve Everybody Sing Soni Soni
Aaja Mahi Ve Jind Maahi Ve Soni Soni Aaja Mahi Ve
Everybody Sing Soni Soni Aaja Mahi Ve

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK MELVIN

Tomi wrote:

Melvin A Thomas wrote:

That's The Way Maahi Ve O Tere Aankhen Kali Kali
Tera Gora Gora Mukhdha Hai Re Maahi Ve Tere Rangat
Jaise Sona Tu Chaand Ka Jaisa Tukda Hai Re Maahi Ve Tere
Gaal Gulabi Rabba Rabba Chal Sharabi Rabba Rabba
Dil Ki Kharabi Rabba Rabba Tu Soniye Jind Maahi Ve
Soni Soni Aaja Mahi Ve Everybody Sing Soni Soni
Aaja Mahi Ve Jind Maahi Ve Soni Soni Aaja Mahi Ve
Everybody Sing Soni Soni Aaja Mahi Ve

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK MELVIN

its your shit.

bitch im a mac apple bite me.

I said, "Mike, I'm coming for you, homie"
Cause Mike's always got my back when I'm lonely
And I always got his back when we fight
I'm coming for you, Mike, I'm a save your life
I said, "Mike, I'm coming for you, homie"
Cause Mike's always got my back when I'm lonely
And I always got his back when we fight
I'm coming for you, Mike, I'm a save your life

Google Translate English:


I've really walked in the nettles
This time
I have found some poison
And i have mixed it
into a strong strong strong strong cocktail
Do you know what i did with the poison?
oh, do you know what I did with the poison?

(what have you done)

I smeared it up somewhere where not to smear poison
Do you know where it is? (no)
Do you know where it is? (no)

It's up inside grandfather's vagina
In his vagina
(which is dark)
and humid

and one should not smear poison right there
(why not)
because it hurts inside grandfather's vagina

Noel wrote:

bitch im a mac apple bite me.

love the song

Start over clean and just empty this plate
Sweep up the guilt and learn to survive
Because when it ends,
You won't be alive

sadly smiling the world falls in around us
softly with your arms around me
watching as the sun it meets the ocean extinguishing our lives

Going Hard on a Grind
Ain't gonna stop the Grind
Don't do shit in Real skate

The Jerk Movement take a photo,
You already know, though
Dougie, Juice, Pin Drop: that's the Movement, nigga, YOLO
And we bout it Every day, every day, every day
Like Jerkin Cant Die nigga's Quitting hella Gay!
Every day, every day, fuck what Any Hatter sayCan't
see 'em cause the Crowds be in the way,
real Jerks, what's up? LOL

To the tune of the moto by drake... my friend did this.

Uhh I don't know if anyone is into not fingerboard related poetry? I write a lot of poetry. Heres one I wrote though.
STARRY NIGHT


I

I see you as
something past
speaking to my eyes, reflecting stationary visual plasma
rotate a bit, see the earth bend.

A star,
painted as intention
letting imagination swallow your horizon.

Slithers past your eyes
a snake whose scale speaks of the ocean
demanding you know more,
about the spectrum of least resistance
keep your eyes held up high.

Ignorant boundaries weaved by the broken and greedy
Suffering in paradise only, as humans do
By the visiting of every star.



II

Just wonder a while,
where wandering can’t take you
breath of chance, cools down your neck.


At the bottom of the ocean
only waves are felt
and sight,
for us so frivolous;
to the aquatic creatures of the forevernight
light’s beckon is that of the enchanted.

Compromising sound,
Could manifest catastrophe
but through weary ability to do so
could propose a hinderance
never stopping,
the bells in your ear.

Smashing a pole off of a cooking pan
vibrating into your ear
whenever
vision weighs more.

Clothless pale man like figures
thin, with flesh stretched off of the bones
No eyes, only lips.
Pouring in through glowing amber doorways
thirteen of them
sit down and sing you a song.

Dip your eyes in the river
and dig through the rocks,
pompous, watching your reflection.
Just listen,
drag your hand
just the complexity,
erie, shining with the 12-digit pad on your phone
to drip into your earwax
and hear the engine turn,
inside the thrones of the few.

Better to stop never,
because the time...can’t be taken back
but just sitting, to look up
and you know your head weighs more.

Just listen to the rain
fall on your tin roof
falling with the echo of millions of ants marching
above your eyes.
Writing a script inside your head
deciding where you are next week
and plant it in the soil
riddled with orange peels
hoping,
the wash away.
Only that of the starry night
could wash my intentions, free of nerve
letting past slip from in between us
and handing me the reigns.


III

You compromise yourself,
in a way only others can feel.

Keeping a jar around your head
But the threads aren’t locked for me
and let the gifts of the forever forevers,
and the because becauses
eat your brain from the inside out
until it exudes only pure happiness.

IIII

Now rise with the sun,
but you are always behind it
just watch the whole river dry up
and plainly lay out your hand.

The dryness is that
of your hand in a kiln
receding into your bones
the water dances into tomorrow
for the starry night to bring back,
and let the clouds say their farewell
because while you sit up dreaming
us others,
sit out and dwell
drill inside a mind,
until the juice comes out
and laugh about how scary it is
because glad,
is all you can really be.

The light,
pouring through the trees
as the rain shines upon the ground
and mist comes through the window.
And the world calls on a person,
to let this all pass by
and be whisked away
into a niche,
that anyone could fill.
And the whisk keeps on turning,
gathering all the dough
but the cookies taste awful
because you only eat the outside.

Hold out your eyes as vines,
your mind as a bottomless cup
with nothing but everything for the taking.

As wind slips,
into the morning
and the starry night stands still
your wonder has everything to eat because,
you’re sitting at your desk,
flicking the loose veneer with your toes
and you’re still sitting there,
when the train you’d plan to hop
rolls past the window.

Manage to let yourself free,
from the seemingly immortal chains of must
because one day
you might sit down,
and never stand up the same again.