BYE NIGGA BYE! : )

Who knows the real me? I offer no explanation / So nobody wants to take the time and it leads me to aggravation / I just like to chill out, smoke n sip a little liquor / But it's not really fun one on one in the mirror / The looking glass is squeaky clean tho it fails to make this lonely state any clearer

• I knew the whole time, I just wanted the facts. I knew his lame ass was gonna bust sooner than later; my intuition is killer.
• He put his profile picture as the lil snap shot of him and his ex on FB, and she's got "I'M IN LOVE WITH THE BEST MAN EVER, I LOVE MARCUS, TOOK THE NIGHT OFF TO SPEND IT WITH MY MAN!!!!!$%&*@@##%**^&+?~!!"
• Nigga, you weren't in Kokomo for business. You were in Kokomo on business.
• I told him bye bye, but I was indirect. He called me like three times and left me a few texts telling me how much he loved me and wanted to be with me.
• We both told each other we loved each other, and I don't know about him but I know we were both lying (when we said 'I love you'). So I left him a voicemail reminding him he is a dirty nigga and shouldn't ever worry about calling or seeing me ever again. It felt good.
• I never opened my heart up to him, because I knew. Is there anyone legit in Elkhart? Aside from myself and Apollo I mean.
• I guess if he really wants to come back and be with me he can. But he's gotta pay. He better be takin' me out shopping and pouring buckets 'a duckets over my head and keep a sharp eye on his bank account instead of my belt buckle, ya digg?
• On top of that his bitch is a stripper. I want to message her SOOOO bad and just be like yeah, yo man dirty. But what would that get me? Not shit if I'm on that paper chase. I'll only chase the paper of dirty niggas. If you're true, I'll never ask for a thing.

Those song lyrics up there go out to someone I'll call Citrus. Fo sho I'd peel that body...