So my Wes, who is really NOTHING like me is pretty darn smart… if i do say so myself. Clearly, he got his genes mostly from his father but every once in a while he surprises me with a big ol’ dose of creative genius. He’s 8.. and this is 4th song he’s written (remember TOO SLOW?). I have lost two of his songs (which is quite tragic) but he writes them then makes up entire music/harmony/melody (whatever they call it) to the lyrics. It’s brilliant. So.. he always tells me NOT to put stuff like this on my blog but since when do i let a dude tell me what to do?? 
He’s so cute. And just for the record, I never knew he had LOST HIS ‘SWAGGA’…
I want to tell you a little story about somebody. i’m walking down the street.
people come and go, I know my feet want to explode.
people been talking about everything they know, they been talking something I know i wanta hear.
let’s see how I got my swagga back and every body knows, I got my swagga back it and it comes and goes
and I know that you know, I know that you know, that I’m great.
I know that youre not strong but let’s sing a little song.
Yes, it’s me and I just wanted to say I got my swagga back and every body knows.
I got my swagga back, it comes and goes.
I want to say one thing before I go that I know I got my swagga back
by bethcjansen
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