“well you should at least be somewhat over it by now.”
say the fuck what?
when i say i cussed my “friend” the fuck out last night? all while listening to “take me to the king” on repeat.
he had to hang up the phone on me.
i called back and it went to voice mail. shiiiiiit….
So last night,
I decided to f0x trot outside my den. I had to find my wings one the hottest days of the year.
But lets talk for a minute about the Wolf in the drop top… who decided to pull up next to me as I waited to cross the street. He acted like he was pulling over, but he was staring at me the whole time. He had a Fox in the passenger seat. The Fox gave me the meanest eye roll,
yet the Wolf was smiling at me. I bet I would have gotten your nigga’s number if you weren’t in the front seat brah.
Ran his pockets for your lunch money. Watch yaself.
I decided to go support a friend at an event in the city.
It was suppose to be hosted by an B-list r&b singer,
but she decided to pull out an hour before she was suppose to go on. Typical shit.
The event had a lot of industry (and wanna-be) folks.
A lot of:
“Yeah, I’m working with…”
“I’m signed to such and such person…”
“I’m about to blow the fuck up!”
(its like i don’t believe in anyone’s dreams anymore.
i’m around so many nightmares)
So after a lot of that foolery,
I look to my right and SHIT!….
a Wolf I have spoken about was standing right across from me.
His friend is a singer and was on the bill to perform.
How did I not know he was going to be there to support? Or, did I?