I swear the more I think of it the more I want to cry, its like a memory I want to get rid of but then again where can I go? Every turn I seem to make, there’s a dead end. The more I cry, its pointless, tears aint gonna bring you back nigga. *sigh* .
From the first time I met you, everyone was like EEW! He ugly, he aint bout all that shit don’t do it !! I ignored em` did my thang hung out with you & it was all cool, I told my self you was just gonna be a friend & I wasn’t gonna sweat you, but boy after you put it on me it was a rap !! had me hooked from day 2 ; im talkn bout day & night we had it on DRIVE .. agggh . but then
ya attitude BLEW ME.
Everything was basically texts messages & fucking
Ya whole porno gallery on ya email; I wasn’t fading that
Yo woman beating ass. Ughh the worst
..but I never let this shit get to me, the thing I really liked was you kept it real. Spoke on how you felt. When we would fight & I would walk away you were always there tryna win me back. I will always remember our biggest fight over “that dam ocean city picture” & I stopped texting you back cas I KNEW WHAT I WAS SAYING WAS TRUE.. & you texted me couple hours later & was like im sorry, im jelouse BLAH BLAH.. & I felt so good. Like this nigga care. Then after that last time I saw you.
YOU WAS GONE NIGGA.
I felt stupid. I got over you soo fuckn quick & that’s how I knew you was SHIT to me & then you text me WHEN YOU BACK IN TOWN & I just had to go off. I wasn’t bouta be ya sideline ho, no nigga!! NO!!
But my dumbass gon` take you back & then what it happens again. This time I feel its like cas I told you bout another nigga I was feeling “THE BAIT” ; aggh idk. Then hearing ya name in random bitches mouth, that’s when I DELETED you out my life. I wonder do you think of me, do you ever feel like hitting me up.. for some reason I hope you show up to my house & just say hi & then let me move on; I thought I was over you, but after that dream I had; I don’t know wdf is wrong with me. I just wish shit aint end like that, I don’t trust you, & there aint gonna be a THIRD time; I just wanna speak to you for one last time & sit in the rain & let it was all the memories away.
Night I want to cry, everything reminds me of you.. ughh this shit just aint right. I don’t know how to act..
-VIVI
ghettto fab-u-losa
toook a wonderfull nap & woke up to my mans Jamie.
ohh lets get freakkkkyyy & fuck the whole world.
Parttyy all night; then end it w|th your last beer & a cigarette.
