More Lyrics + The Nerd and the Jailbird

I might as well own stock in iTunes because I am a downloading fool! *smh*
I bought this song by Raheem Devaughn and I love it. Decided to share. Download it. I highly recommend.

Love Drug

I'm a loveaholic for you
Plus the fact that my love is
My love is dope
You've got me hooked
I've got you sprung
Now add that up
And you're my love drug
I'm your love drug
You're what I need
And I'm your pusherman

You're pure as snow
From Columbia
You keeps it tight for me
Like Zip-locs
And I get sky high
When we lip lock
And you get sky high
When we lip lock
You search for me
With a flashlight
In the daylight
Cause I'm your get right
See, no one serves you up, girl
Like I can
I'm your Mr. Midnight
Pusherman

(CHORUS) I'm your drug
You can't kick it
See, you're so addicted
Cause I'm your drug
You're my drug
I can't kick it
You got me so addicted
See, you're my drug

See, my urge gets fulfilled
When you come through
I love every little bit of ounce of you
See, you're back for more
And I'm re'ing up
You're floating now
That's that good stuff
And that's all day
(I'm stoned, she's stoned)
And all night
(We bang, we bone)
Now hurry back soon
I'm in demand
Cause I'm your pusherman

CHORUS

I can't, I can't
Give her up, give her up
She can't, she can't
Give me up, give me up
She keeps me feenin
Got me lost, eternal
I can't, I can't
Give her up, give her up
She can't, she can't
Give me up, give me up
I keep her feenin
Got her lost, eternal

CHORUS

I'm your drug...you're my drug...I'm your drug...you're my drug...

::: <--- (Mia, totally stole that from you, btw)

Now that Diva, Milly and Nina have RUINED my story LOL I'll tell the condensed version.

In his letter, J.R. told me about why he had been in the hospital and why he was now in jail.

He, his girlfriend and his friend Jermaine were all out one night. They had been drinking but nothing too crazy. J.R. was driving home when they hit a patch of black ice and he lost control of the car. They crashed.
J.R. and Jermaine were seriously injured. J.R.'s girlfriend died.

Girlfriend's family pressed charges and J.R. was sent to jail. He was also forbidden to have any contact with the infant son he had with the girlfriend.

For the three years he was in jail, we wrote letters to each other. He sent pictures, I sent pictures. When he had access, he'd call me or leave sweet messages on my pager. LOL! He'd get the artistic dudes to decorate my envelopes before he sent them and I'd have my friends send him silly notes along with my letters.
I kept every single letter, note, everything he sent me. I had them all in a box that I kept next to my bed.
When his bid ended, I was in college and living in an apartment with a friend from high school. We discussed me coming to see him and made plans.
I remember the bus ride like it was yesterday. I remember the crazy dude wearing all blue with a big ass mustard stain on his shirt. I remember the old lady sitting next to me who I thought was nice until she kept falling asleep on my shoulder.
I finally got to Buffalo and my stomach was in knots. And then I saw him. Walking towards me with that NY swagger. He gave me the tighest, longest, best hug ever.
We stopped at the gas station and he bought me a package of mini chocolate chip muffins. I ate them and put the package in my purse. It was going in my letter box.

The rest of the weekend was a blur. His brother had set up an apartment for him. I remember the hardwood floors and the big windows. I remember the name of the street and how hard his bed was.

Over the next couple years, me and J.R. were tight. I'd travel to Buffalo almost every other weekend to see him. When I got a car, I drove once or twice. He came to Cleveland once or twice.

The last time I was there, I could tell there was something different. He wasn't as affectionate, he seemed distant and he didn't want me to stay at his apartment. I knew then that something else was going on.
I was at his sister's apartment alone, while he "made a run". My cell phone rang. I didn't recognize the number but because it was a 716 number, I thought that maybe it was J.R. using someone else's phone.

I answered. It wasn't J.R. It was a chick. She asked me who I was. I asked her who she was. She asked me how I knew J.R., I asked her who this was.
Through our convo, I found out that she worked at J.R.'s job. They had been dating and she got my number from his phone. She said she was ok with him having female friends but she wanted to be friends with them also. She asked me if I was in town. I told her that I was. She asked if J.R. and I had had sex. I said no.
I don't know why I lied to her. Maybe because she seemed nice. Maybe because I didn't want to get J.R. in trouble with her. I don't know.

We eventually got off the phone and J.R. got back. I asked him who the chick was and we got into a huge argument. It was near time for my bus to leave and he said he couldn't take me. He called his brother and told him he'd have to come pick me up and take me to the station. Then he left. I was PISSED!
His brother arrived and picked me up. He wondered why I was at sis' apartment but didn't ask too many questions. I told him that I had left something at J.R.'s apartment and that I needed to go back and get it. We get there and he lets me in. I go straight to J.R.'s bedroom and see a purse hanging on the doorknob. I knew it was that chick's purse. I was SO tempted to release my anger and destroy his apartment but I didn't. I had the opportunity but to be honest, I didn't want J.R. to think that I was that type of chick.
I got to the bus station and left. I haven't been to Buffalo since. That was about 7 years ago.

When I got home I sent J.R. a heated email about how he dogged me, how I held him down for 3 years, and how pissed I was that he had another chick. He wrote back an equally heated email. But I knew it was bullshit. I knew he didn't mean a single word. Despite that, though, we didn't talk again.

Until this past Tuesday night.

To be continued...

(I'm getting good at these Rah endings...LOL)