Bmschclck.

sugarspun:

gleeks:

Wake up in the morning, feeling like Finn Hudson (Hey what up girl.)
Grab my breakfast I’m out the door, I’m gonna hit McKinley.         
Before I leave, say goodbye to my super cool mom.                   
‘Cause when I leave this loser town, I ain’t coming back.

I’m talking Quinn’s out of the Cheerio’s, ohs.                               
She’s gonna need new clothes, clothes.                            
Rachel’s blowing up my phone, phone.                      
Drop-topping, Fabray’s gonna have a baby,                           
She’s always yelling at me, ee.                                                
Trying to make it to glee, ee.

(Chorus)

Don’t stop, make it rock.                                                      
Schuester, blow my speakers up.                                      
Tonight, I’mma fight till I get that note right.                              
Tick, tock on the clock.                                                           
But the believing don’t stop no. Oh oh oh oh. (x2)

Too many problems in the world, got all my glee friends.             
Ain’t got a job, no no, have no money to spend.                          
And now Kurt is lining up cause he heard I got swagga,               
but I kick him to the curb unless he got a vagina.

I’m talking Mercedes getting crunk, crunk.                              
Kurt trying to touch my junk, junk.                                        
Gonna smack him if he get too drunk, drunk.
Now, now, we sing till they kick us out, out.                             
Oh Sylvester shut us down, down,                                        
Sylvester shut us down, down.                                                
Sue, Sue, shut us

(Chorus x2)

Quinnie, you build me up, you break me down.                            
My heart, it pounds, yeah you got me.                                     
With my hands up, you got me now.                                           
You got my kid, yeah you got me.

Quinnie, you build me up, you break me down.                              
My heart, it pounds, yeah you got me.                                       
With my hands up, put your hands up, put your hands up.

Now, the mail don’t start cause I killed him.

(Chorus x2)

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Mad rad!

notthatplayful:

tak eksesaissss

kita geng!

(via blogsecret)

Aww, my boyf called me sweetie last night, can I love you back? Hee :)

artistabella:

i just realized that it’s friday.

…and its Saturday here. :O

artistabella:

foma:

theycallmezulu:

matthewcassinelli:

iamamantaray:

evocation:

fuckyeahcandace:

cucumberkid:

ismellsmoke:

chaseafterme:

nenitsnicole:

restoursouls:

rawryourlife:

2nd of january 1994

24 / March / 94

February 23, 1995. (:

October 1, 1993.

March 23rd 95

24th march 95

October 29th ,1994

June 7th, 1991

June 25th, 1995 [:

October 27th, 1989. I’m the only person who is either 18 or born in the 80’s. Like a boss.

May 2, 1990. Not in born in the 80’s…but I was conceived in the 80’s…AND I’m over 18.

May 30, 1990.

what ashley said

seriously though

when did they let 14 year olds on the internet?

august 22, 1989

I FEEL OLD.