December 14th, 2008. Ugh. This is one of those things I look back on and go — “Well, sure, it’s written decently, but damn. I was really angry at something, and someone.”
I scared a lot of girls away growing up, and I think I got tired of it. I honestly don’t know why I wrote this though. This was written legitimately days before I went crazy.
I honestly have no clue who specifically caused me to write this, but I was clearly upset at her. There is some explicit language in there.
Friggin’ Chicks.
Okay, to the girls, not women who don’t understand.
Instead of cutting me off, ask me why I don’t act how you plan.
I’m a caring person, I like my relationships.
So when it comes to spittin’ game, I got none unless I’m interested.
You need to be straight up, and not out of touch.
Ask me, what do you mean? by she talks too much.
This doesn’t mean I need a girl, by no contrary.
I’m perfectly fine, with fuckin’ and strawberries.
But I want a girl who knows how to do it.
My teacher said, the cock never lies.
So no need to get cocked, and wake up with surprise.
Damn girls look in my friggin’ eyes.
When I tell you, these ain’t no lies.
I went crazy, and then I met Megan. So this is probably the last time anything like this will be written.
Thank you for reading.
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