Name: Deanna

Nickname: Anna and Dee Dee

Birthday: February 6

Age: You have to find out

Location: E-town Ensley Birmingham, Al

Favorite colors: blue, red, black, green

Race: Black African-American

Favorite food: Soulfood

Obsessions: Inuyasha, Music, Chris Brown, Ne-Yo

Favorite pairings: InuKag, MirSan, RinSess, KogAya, NarKik, SessKag,

I am a crazy person that love to make my friends laugh even when they are feeling sad. And I'm ghetto just like my cousin.

Let Go by Ne-Yo

I know its past tense
Its been a minute since
We were a couple
And, walking and holding hands
Kisses and I love yous
Doing what lovers do
Baby
But baby that was then
Cause now we don't
Talk no more
You gotta a new man
And, it shouldn't bother me
But girl its driving me, crazy
And everybody says
Boy why don't you just leave it alone
But I don't think I can

Chorus
I sit up all night
Thinkin' bout ya
And know it ain't right, baby
But I don't
I don't think, don't think that I
That I can let go (Don't think I can let you know)

I'm holdin' on to hope
I know its a foolish thought
Think that someday she might come back
Wish on it all the time
Knowin' it may never happen
But see I'm not a fool
Cause no we don't
Talk no more
You gotta new man
But, I'm gonna keep it safe
I've got the patience
That some lack...
But everybody says
Boy why don't you just leave it alone
But I don't think I can

Chorus
I sit up all night
Thinkin' bout ya
And know it ain't right, baby
But I don't
I don't think, don't think that I
That I can let go (Don't think I can let you know)

Interlude
I don't think I can let you go
I can't let you go
No...
I don't think that I can let you go
Let go...
And everybody says...
And I don't think I can...

Chorus (With Ad-Libs)
I sit up all night
Thinkin' bout ya
And know it ain't right, baby
But I don't
I don't think, don't think that I
That I can let go (Don't think I can let you know)

So What by Field Mob f/ Ciara

Chorus: Ciara
They say he do a little of this
He do a little of that
He's always in drama, and I heard
He ain't nothing but a pimp
He got a lot of chicks
He's always in the club
And they say he think he's slick
He got a lot of chips
He's so messed up, I heard
He's been locked up Find Somebody else
He ain't nothing but a thug
So what
So what
So what
So what

Verse 1: Field Mob
And they say I'm a nigga, I'm a thug, I'm a freak
I got a different girl every day of the week
You too smart to
You'd be a dummy to believe
That stuff that you heard
That they say about me
They say I done this
They said I done that
But all of it's fiction none of it's facts
But you don't be hearing that about your love
You let it go in one ear and out the other
The he say, she say, they say, I heard
The beef ain't, we can't let it get on our nerves
She miserable, she just want you to be
Like her misery needs company
So don't listen to that vine of grapes there
Nothing but liars hating there
I bet they wouldn't mind trading places
With you by my side in my Mercedes

Chorus: Ciara
They say he do a little of this
He do a little of that
He's always in drama, and I heard
He ain't nothing but a pimp
He got a lot of chicks
He's always in the club
And they say he think he's slick
He got a lot of chips
He's so messed up, I heard
He's been locked up Find Somebody else
He ain't nothing but a thug
So what
So what
So what
So what

Verse 2: Field Mob
Mo' money mo' problems
Life of a legend
Haters throw salt like rice on a wedding
So what, that's your cousin
That don't mean nothing
Her like missing in a tight of affection
You get, you just blind to the facts
See the lies, just obvious drives for attention
You to the fine just supply your suspicious
But listen, say you love me
Gotta trust me
Why you stress this high school mess
Break up never, they just jealous
Drama for your mama, mean mug for your brother
I'm the author of the book nigga judge by the cover, yes
I-I been to jail, yes
I-I'm grinding for real and
I'm positive, they talking negative pimp
They hate to see you doing better then them, so

Chorus: Ciara
They say he do a little of this
He do a little of that
He's always in drama, and I heard
He ain't nothing but a pimp
He got a lot of chicks
He's always in the club
And they say he think he's slick
He got a lot of chips
He's so messed up, I heard
He's been locked up Find Somebody else
He ain't nothing but a thug
So what
So what
So what
So what

Hook: Ciara
Some people don't like it
'Cause you hang out in the streets
But your my boyfriend
You've always been there for me
This love is serious
No matter what people think
I'm gon' be here for you
And I don't care what they say
Some people don't like it
'Cause you hang out in the streets
But your my boyfriend
You've always been there for me
I like the thug in you
No matter what people think
I'm gon' be here for you
And I don't care what they say

Chorus: Ciara
He do a little of this
He do a little of that
He's always in drama, and I heard
He ain't nothing but a pimp
He got a lot of chicks
He's always in the club
And they say he think he's slick
He got a lot of chips
He's so messed up, I heard
He's been locked up Find Somebody else
He ain't nothing but a thug
So what
So what
So what
So what