I laid in my bed, with Carter's arms around me.
I felt safe with him, he made me feel different from how other niggas had made me feel in the past.
I could tell him anything, and know that he wouldn't judge me.
He would tell me his opinion, yes.
And if I was wrong he would tell me that too.
He made me listen, when I was wrong.
And he listened, when he was wrong.
When I met him, he was mean.