4am in Compton {DISCONTINUED}

Sparks Will Fly. ☯

Baby you deserve the whole enchilada, Gucci and Prada

Toast to the days when I didn't have a dollar

You stuck around even when the world frowned on me

Kicked me when I was down, and so they clowned on me

Down for me, my homie

You better believe, I know your home girl said you should leave

Know you as tired like the Michelin man

What if Gina would have listened to Pam?

Now they hate to see us last this long

When they get my album, probably pass this on

Thought they knew me, well

Money can't buy you happiness that's true as hell

The happiness can't buy yo ass this new SL

I love you like the fat kid loves cakes and shit

I love you like the bad kid love breakin' shit

Ride and die chick fighting insecurities

Want a ring and my last name for securities- Sparks Will Fly x J.Cole ft Jhene Aiko.

*******

C H A P T E R 14 - India.

I woke up & memories of last night flowed back. A smile instantly rested on my face as I got outta bed.

I grabbed my phone & beats pill and skipped a lil' ta' my bathroom to prepare fa' da' day. I plugged my phone into the pill and shuffled thru' my playlist.

Sweet sounds of "Yes, No Maybe" flowed thru' da' bedroom. This wa' my jam. India love ha' sum' Trey Songz, especially anythin' of his new shit.

I turned da' water on and stripped out of my lingerie. I got in, immediately washin' my body.

Yes, no, maybe

Yes, no, maybe

You used to love me

Before I even was me

You used to hug me, lick me, suck me, kiss me, fuck me

Kinda spent a lot of money on you

I invest in your dreams

I ain't ever fronted on you

Girl, you know what that means

(All mine, all mine, all mine

She said it's all mine, baby)

But somehow I knew she was a liar

She's a liar

Am I tripping? Am I bugging?

Is it over? Tell me something

You don't call me no more, who you fucking?

Tell me what it is, tell me what I did

Where you go? Are you coming home

Any time soon?

Any time soon?

Don't do this to me, baby

Yes, No Maybe

Yes, No Maybe

After four repeats of dis' song, I finally got out, dried myself and lotiond myself.