Veni, vidi, vici
il se sent comme j'ais deja ete ici
Now how'd that make you feel
Some call it rude, I call it keepin' real
Cuz the truth hurts even more when you know the deal...
I stopped living on my phone
Cuz I got a bitch that won't leave me alone
And she keep leavin' messages sayin' shit like," I know You're home.
Why ain't you pickin' up? I'm still using the same phone.
Mi casa su casa, if you ever wanna come home..."
But i wouldn't and she would call back sayin' shit like,
" So..Uh... I heard you got a new bitch, What's her name!?!? huh
You coward nigga! why won't you pick up? You said you wasn't gon' change with the fame
You can ignore me, but she ain't gon' treat you the same
Know what, Fuck you! I'll find a better mane..."(Man)
Hate the player, cuz i'm tied to the game
Loved it so much, look what I became
And I swear bitches never cease to amaze, Unh...
Ah... Shit, I was once told that
It's easier to be player, but now I see that
That way I don't get hurt, and my anwswering machine isn't blown up
If i knew She would be there, I wouldn't have showed up
If I knew my rhymes would be this good when i wasn't faded i wouldn't have rolled up
I really should just buy 1,000 Dollars worth of drinks and get poured up***(borrowed)
Unh.... It takes a live-in to make a home
but I'm always on the road
Maybe I should call back and leave a message at the tone
Sayin' shit like," Oh, its like that
I almost feel bad
I got much to say just fuck you!! I don't need you!!
Stop complaining to me cuz i don't feed you!!
And I ain't changed, It's just that i no longer feel like it's me and you
The fame is my future and you are the past
And I don't wanna have to pick up the pieces like broken glass
Plus I'm at the point where i wanna die real, and live fast
Yea... I am me and you are you
And we couldn't add one plus one cuz that just equals two
Just not the two of us
No offense but what we had was an affair of lust
Look... right now i'm tryin' to be on top of my ball
My stunna game and all
And i just need someone to be there if I fall
Well, with you around I kinda stall...
Umfff...um...like... it's... Why-Why you tryin' to make it more than it is, let's just get faded, yea let's roll up
I'll be over in a minute. With a 1,000 Dollars woth of drinks, so we can pour up...."
Then, uh we could see where the night goes....
"Cuz, you'll say you love me, and I'll end up lying sayin' I love you too." - Drake.
YOU ARE READING
We Still Lack Communication.
Poetrywell a fictional on going phone message conversation between the rapper and a female about he's change and she's holding him back, not being able to adjust to the fame. it's really self explanatory.