You Got My Soul (Bryson Tiller)

Kiss Me Thru Tha Phone

     
(Kiana in the mm)

  "Don't forget to call EVERYDAY," my mother called after me as I made my way to my red 2005 Sedan, dragging two of my heavy bags behind me. "KiKi!"

          I sighed and turned around abruptly. "Mom, please. I promise I'll call, okay, I'll be fine." I continued to pack my bags into the back of my car while sucking on my teeth, racking my brain to make sure I got everything. I put one hand on my hip and pulled at one of my braids with the other, thinking of the things I needed. Phone, laptop, $1000 for the drive to Louisville, phone and laptop charger, toothbrush...."Okay," I concluded, "I've got everything."

          Tears started to well up in my mother's eyes. "Oh, Martin! Tyrese! Come say bye to KiKi!"

          My dad and my younger brother came outside and gave me a hug. "Have fun at college, baby," my dad said to me as he kissed my forehead. "We'll miss you. Remember to focus in school and visit whenever you can."

           "See ya, KiKi," Tyrese said into my hair. He was 6'3 at 17 years old and the star of the varsity basketball team at Whitney Young High School. I always hated the fact that he was taller than me. "Don't be a ho. Keep 'em books open and them legs closed."

           I gasped and smacked his shoulder as hard as I could while he laughed. "How about you? Keep that dick in your pants, Ty. I don't wanna get a phone call hearing that you knocked up one of your cheerleaders."

          "Girlie, if I fuck, you know I get it with two bitches," Ty flashed his grillz at me. "Kickin' it Thugger style. If ya hear one cheerleader pregnant with Ty's baby, you know her homegirl is, too."

          "Ew, nigga, bye," I waved him off as I walked into my car. "Keep yo sex life to yourself."

          Tyrese flipped me off and I blew him a kiss through my open window. "Bye, guys, I'll call you later! Love you!"

          My family waved to me as I pulled out of our driveway. I turned on the radio, because if there's one thing I hate, it's silence.

          "Aye, aye, aye, Chi-Town, ya'll know what it is, WGCI 107.5 FM, Chicago's number one station for RnB and Hip-Hop and today, we got a little joint for ya'll. My man Bryson Tiller blowin' up in the Southeast right nah, his track Don't, man that joint is straight fye. Imma let ya'll here it. Once again, this is Bryson Tiller with Don't."

                                                 Don't, don't play with her, don't be dishonest,

                                          Still not understandin' this logic, I'm back and I'm betta,

                                                  I want you bad as eva, don't let me just let up,

                                                     I wanna give you betta, baby, it's whateva,

                                                                    Somebody gotta step up....

            I nodded my head to his flow. Damn, this was really good. How have I never heard this? 

                                                        Girl, I'm that somebody, so I'm next up,

                                                              Be damned if I let 'im catch up,