MIXTAPE: High School Ballers

don't, skyy clark

- THIRTEEN -
- SKYY CLARK -
- DON'T -

don't, bryson tiller (playing now)
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somebody gotta step up, girl i'm that somebody"

it's 4 am, and here i am sitting on my balcony crying into my best friends shoulder because i let a boy break my heart... again. skyy pulls me closer, hugging me tighter, making me cry even more because this is what my (now) ex should've been doing, but instead he cheated on me.

all of a sudden skyy pushed me away forcefully, then grips my shoulders and looks me in the eyes. "i'm not going to lie to you, i'ma need you to shut the hell up crying." i furrow my eyebrows, completely confused. "skyy what the hell?"

"no, don't 'what the hell' me bria. this is the second time i've comforted you because you let a fuck nigga break your heart. you're much too trusting and caring, and you need someone who will treat you how you deserve to be treated, and who knows how to handle you."

i sat completely shocked. i'm talkin' eyes wide, mouth dropped open, sittin' there speechless. "well with way boys seem to be treating me, i don't think i ever will find that person!"

skyy just looked at me with that look that says 'really?'. "bria, i'm about to slap you."

i furrow my eyebrows again, "that's no way to treat a lady, weren't you just talking about how to treat a woman the right way?"

"for fucks sake, me bria! it's me! somebody gon' do it, and ain't nobody better than me."