(Thursday, June, 26th, 2011)
The album release party was the best. I've been getting really good feedback on the album, which I really like. I just dropped an album five days ago, and I'm in the studio working on another project. It's a mixtape so it's a lot less songs than the album, Marshall thinks I'm crazy for working back to back, and not taking a break.
Pulling into the driveway I park my car, and walk to the front door opening the door. Marshall sat on the couch with his arms folded, watching football.
"Hey" I said, and walked into the kitchen putting my stuff down on the island.
"It's four in the morning, and your coming home now" Marshall said with an attitude, and came into the kitchen.
"Damn I'm on a roll, I got a lot of shit done then" I said. I went to the studio at eight with the intentions to come back at twelve, it didn't even feel like I was their for nine hours.
"I'm here waiting for your ass, I didn't even get a call, or a motherfucking text!" Marshall yelled while I was cooking my egg.
"First I'm not a fucking kid, stop acting like I am. Second nobody told you to stay up anyways I told you I was going to the studio" I said, and you could hear the annoyance in my voice. I don't understand why once I walk in, he's picking a argument.
"Well my fucking girlfriend who lives in my house is outside at four in the morning, and anything could fucking happen!" He continues to yell, I put my scrambled eggs onto a plate, and started to rub my tattoo of his initials.
"Oh, I'm sorry" Marshall said, pulling me close to him, and held me in his arms. He picked me up, and sat me up on the island. Then my pocket knife fell out it my pocket, whoops.
"Oh shit" Marshall said, and grabbed it flipping it open. "This shits illegal" Marshall said, and chuckled.
"It's only four inches" I say with a smile
"The law is three, and it sounds like we are talking about dick sizes" Marshall chuckles, and I jump down from the island.
"I'm gonna take a nap"
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Right now Marshall, and I are at the studio. I woke up at ten, and wanted to go back to the studio. I come back into the room, and there's a groupie by Marshall's side but his face shows he's annoyed.
"Move now" I order her to do.
"No thanks" She said with a smile.
"Oh god, you just made the wrong decision" Denaun warns her.
"Who the fuck let her in?" I asked.
"Bizzy" Marshall said.
"Okay bitch you needa leave, either you leave on your own, or I'll kick your ass out" I say.
"I'd like to stay, I haven't even done anything. Yet" She said, and winked. I grabbed her by her hair, and yanked her off the couch. I went for my pocket knife, and Marshall stopped me.
"I'll cut a bitch" I say, and have security get her the fuck out of the studio.
"Yo I'll be back" Denaun says, and leaves the room. Marshall then pulls me to his, and kisses me.
"You're so fucking sexy" Marshall whispers into my ear.
"Just something about you makes me wanna do things I shouldn't" I whisper back to, and kiss him again.
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Marshall, Denaun, and I have just been in the studio chilling. Well I've been doing some work on my mixtape. I'm going to record a song that I've had laying around called dangerous woman. I got in the booth, and Marshall just watched me. It's kinda weird because I actually have to worry about holding notes for this song I wrote.
"Yeah
Don't need permission
Made my decision to test my limits
'Cause it's my business
God as my witness
Start what I finished
Don't need no hold up
Taking control of this kind of moment
I'm locked and loaded
Completely focused my mind is open" I sung into the mic, and Marshall's eyes widened most likely surprised I was singing for a song."All that you got, skin to skin, oh my God
Don't ya stop, boy
Somethin' 'bout you makes me feel like a dangerous woman
Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout you
Makes me wanna do things that I shouldn't
Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout" I sung, and Marshall smiled at me happily.till the next chapter <3
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