welcome

Shopping for labels, shopping for love
Manolo and Louis, it’s all I’m thinking of
Shopping for labels, shopping for love
Manolo and Louis, it’s all I’m thinking of

I already know what my addiction is
I be looking for labels, I ain’t looking for love
I shop for purses while I walk out the door
Don’t cry, buy a bag and then get over it
And, I’m not concerned with all the politics
It’s a lot of men I know I could find another one.

What I know is that I’m always happy
When I walk out the store, store
I’m guessing Supercalifragi-sexy,
Nothing to be playing with
I love him, hate him, kiss him, diss him,
Tryna to walk a mile in my kicks

Love’s like a runway but which one do I love more
No emotional baggage, just big bags filled with Dior
Love’s like a runway, so what’s all the fussing for
Let’s stop chasing them boys and shop some more

I know I might come off as negative
I be looking for labels,
I ain’t looking for love
Relationships are often so hard to tame
A Prada dress has never broken my heart before

And, ballin’s something that I’m fed up with
I’mma do the damn thing, watch me do the damn thing
Cause I know that my credit card
Will help me put out the flames
I’m guessing Supercalifragi-sexy,
Nothing to be playing with
I love him, hate him, kiss him, diss him,
Tryna to walk a mile in my kicks

Gucci, Fendi, Prada purses,
Purchasing them finer things
Men they come a dime a dozen,
Just give me them diamond rings
I’m into a lot of bling,
Cadallic, Chanel and Coach
Fellas boast but they can’t really
Handle my female approach
Buying things is hard to say
Rocking Christian Audigier, Manolo,
Polo, taking photos in my Cartier
So we can’t go all the way,
I know you might hate it but
I’mma shop for labels while them ladies lay and wait for love



Labels or Love, Fergie





the greatest thing you'll ever learn,
is to love and be loved.


Where are you?

Wednesday, November 29, 2006 ( 12:20 AM )



Sometimes I feel you pull me down,
like I'll forever be stuck beneath you,
feeling like even if I've struck out successfully on my own,
I'll never be able to enjoy the fruits of my labour,
because you're there,
and I need to save you.
Not that I'm complaining, because it is my duty and responsibility to rescue you,
but I would like my help to be appreciated,
and for you to stop making me feel like I'm just one of the many,
that I don't matter,


because I do matter.




And I wonder why you worry so much about others,
when you can't even save yourself,
and when I ask you to help me,
you're too busy,
because you're too busy helping others;

And when I get some rare opportunity to speak to you about how I feel,
you cut me off saying it's just a green streak,
when really, it's not;

And it amazes me how everything is always my fault in your eyes,
amazing how I'm a person with so many flaws in your eyes,
how even though I help out so much,
you criticise and say my help wasn't sincere.



And it really breaks my heart,
it really does,
when you do the things you do;
I love you,
but sometimes,
I wish I never had you.




I wish you were there for me when I needed you,
instead of pretending to trying so hard for others who don't care at the time when I want a hug from you;


I envy other people who have their yous right by their side whenever they need them.
I envy other people whose yous helped them out as much as they needed.
I envy other people who have their yous who care for them and supported them all the way.




And sometimes,
it feels like you were never there,
even though you're right there beside me,
pretending I wasn't there.



Where are you?