Right My Wrongs ; A Bryson Tiller Story

Chapter 5 ⚜

November 6, 2015

|Tiana|

Before me was an exotic plate of food made by Dontae. There was waffles, bacon, and grits placed on the plate. I tasted the bacon, which crumbled into a million pieces as soon as I bit it. I then tasted the grits, cold and tasteless just like my soul right now. Last thing to be tortured by is the waffles. I bit into it and I nearly broke a damn tooth.

"You're not allowed to touch anything in my kitchen ever," I said as I threw the bitter food away.

"Whatchu mean, this shit banging Sis," he said as he tore up them grits.

"You a lil too hooked on that prison food," I said, finding something more edible than before.

He waved me off. "But sis I think I got a plan figured out," he said, wiping his mouth.

"Then say it," I said as I bit into an apple.

"Well I'm gonna apply for a part time job at a warehouse facility and at night sell," he said as fast as he could.

He think he slick for saying it fast, little did he know I heard every single word. I know he wants to make fast money, but dude got locked up for stupid shit like that. He doesn't even care about what could happen to him if he goes back to his old ways. If he doesn't listen to what I'm about to tell him, he's going to have to leave my house because I'm not trying to die for his repetitive remarks. I'm only trying to help him become a better person, a different person. I want everything to go back to normal, which I don't know what it feels like. I didn't have once a great feeling in five years, I'm just waiting for something or someone to fulfill my wish.

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|Bryson|

"Bless up
There's some bad bitches out there that I really wanna sex up" I said, then stopped.

"Man, what's going on? You've messed up about 10 times," the producer said in a concerned tone.

"Just a lot on my mind, I need to get these thoughts outta my head. Some of the people I'm thinking about is irrelevant, but they're still making their way to my head," I blurted out.

"Then this is what you do, turn those thoughts into words. Start making yourself more useful and busy. Take a vacation with your daughter or something. Maybe a meet and greet will do," he considered.

"Alright, Ima do that. Afta' I'm done with this song, Ima hit up my manager to schedule a meet and greet in hollywood," I said.

"Alright that's good, that's the Bryson Tiller I know. Now lets wrap this song up," he said as he started the intro.

"Bless up
There's some bad bitches out there that I really wanna sex up
They'll probably only let me fuck cause I'm next up
Got me feeling like the nigga now, yessir
Running through 'em, looking for a down bitch
It's like looking for them hitters on SoundClick
Hoping someone else ain't already killed it
Wait up, for real, you exclusive? I found it
Baby, say it's true
I don't wanna have to wait on you
These are things I gotta say to you
Make me feel irreplaceable, baby
Cause I can't call it
You fuck with other niggas, I won't even bother
Young poppa, tell 'em who taught you
Let me put my stamp on it, let me crop all them other niggas
Out the picture, I say fuck them other niggas
Won't you say it with me?
My homeboy left the crib to me, baby, you should stay with me
For as long as I'm here, baby that's okay with me
For as long you want, baby that's okay with me
For as long you want, baby that's okay with me

How does it sound? Sound? Fuck it girl
Come spend the night with me
Say whatever, just don't lie to me
Stepping out, know I want you on the side of me
Mama, you could come work, full-time with me
Roll through in the Beamer, get inside
'Til the wheels fall off, that's how long you can ride with me
Yeah, that's word to Stephen Garrett
Come ride with me
Say it one more time for you
These are things I gotta say to you
Make me feel irreplaceable" I sang.