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"Know I've been wildin' I've been drinkin' and drivin', we've been fightin' And you think I don't care 'cause I ain't cryin'
You just call me at the most imperfect timing And I've been dancin' on my homegirls Throwin' ass on a few strangers I been being way too friendly
It's a part of my love language I've been spendin' all this money on strippers with pretty faces
If you wanna get your rocks off, I can take it So what you really mad about? (Be fuckin' for real)
I ain't even kiss her on the mouth You should know it's yours without a doubt You won't ever catch me crashin' out
I might lose my wife"
Finishing off the song. Everyone screamed and I just sat there, basking in my emotions. They don't understand how much of a truth that is, they only knew barely of a percent.
Some people make music for the fans. I make music for both. I make music to feed me and to feed my fans emotions.
When I aired all of that out, I was coddled like a baby who desperately needed their mother. Instantly raging after Onika and Beyoncé. My fans ain't miss a beat in trying to make me feel better.
The tweets, the instagram posts, the poster boards at the concerts. They really seen me. They seen the outside of me at least. That's all the needed to see and who I decided to portray myself as.
Losing Onika seemed so unreal to me. It just doesn't make sense and I'm not trying to wrap my head around it.
I'm never going to. I refuse to believe that she meant fully about not wanting to be with me anymore. That just simply doesn't sound like her. One day you wake up and decide you want a divorce? After everything we've been through.
Yeah I may have did a few minor things but we could've worked through them, as we always do. I'd really do better for her this time, keeping my word.
Hopefully she'll hear me out, again. She might get tired of it but I'll be serious this time.
Or, Did I really push her to no point of return?
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I walked backstage in bullets as my team cheered. I took the bottle of water from one of the team members as I gladly walked down the aisle pumped, excited.
