Started with a meeting for a drink Now we at brunch I don’t want you No, I think I need you Let’s do what we want Tell me, tell me If you feel me, maybe we can do it all You thick and all… But usually it isn’t me that makes the call Ain’t trickin’ off Until ya’ drawers are rippin’ off And even then, ain’t leaving it in Even though I’m raw Aww, sookie sookie, I ate the cookie You hooked me If fucking’s a crime then book me Like Fred Durst, I need the nookie
im headed to chacho’s with hot hoes from montrose smokin that cilantro chewin on a taco lookin muy guapo stuntin in my mustard colored pancho im the head hancho, got liquor on my tonsils weed coming through my nostrils stoned like a fossil walking into the museum with a bottle on a daily basis, i am raiding spaces that belong to racists making funny faces in places i have no place in
relationships often go sour for a few silly reasons, and insecurities can be found at the root of them all. if your past or your partner’s past is keeping y’all from moving forward, let that shit go. it’s toxic. hung up on your ugly looks? you’re not the only one. and you’re probably not as bad off as you think. flush those feelings before that negative energy overpowers your will to love or like someone new.
don’t burden a new love with petty insecurities. they want you for you. dig deep into the things that make you feel good, confident, happy, alive, etc. let that shine and you’ll attract damn near all your wants and needs. maybe even a hot date.
me and the homie trpl blk (bruiser brigade) explore a couple bad breakups on this new slow jam “insecure” produced by drull. peep akhil sesh crooning on the chorus. video coming soon.
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I did everything I could for this bitch Moved her in and bought a lot of Prada shit Fendi, Gucci, Louis, yeah this girl was super bougie Now a nigga ‘bout to abandon the ship Now wait a bit, let me tell you how it all began I didn’t wanna be her man I’d rather be her nigga but she didn’t understand She took my hand, I took a chance At last, thought I was past tryna grab the fattest ass She hate mayo, I hate it too It was beautiful when I cut it like a cuticle Then shit got looney She was behaving like a Wes Craven movie I don’t know what to do, she got nowhere to go Yeah, we live in a room, I wouldn’t call it a home She be going through my phone I be checking her’s too All we do is fuck and fight, condom wrappers ‘round the room It’s toxic, but her name ain’t Britney, bitch She 26 with an attitude like Eartha Kitt I’m sick of fighting this feeling, fuck it, I’m leaving Hope I’m never seeing you again Pack it, put it in the van I didn’t wait a second, man, I started stepping out She ran up on me saying, “baby, what is this about?” I put my hand on the small of her back and laughed Hopped in the back and her sister hit the gas