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Friend Zoned

August

It was dark out, but the exact time he didn't have a clue of. Only that he has been dark for a while. Currently, it was a full three days later after the fight in the studio with Chris and Tyga and he hasn't spoke to neither of them since. Sitting on the bed, legs outstretched wearing only grey briefs and a matching bandanna around his head to keep the thick twists his hair was fashioned in out of his eyes; in his hand he held a long thick blunt firmly in between his thumb and index finger. Sighing, he grabbed the remote with his other hand and start casually flicking through channels, pausing every now and again to take a puff of the purple kush wrapping in 24K gold wrapping paper. And soon he found himself in a familiar category, tabloids.

"Tonight on The Insider!" The pretty blonde's voice spoke into the black microphone she was holding in her tanned small hand. August relaxed against the bed frame, his back rested comfortably on the plush California King custom made headboard he had newly installed. "We bring you the latest developing details on the August Alsina drama! Find out just out much hard cash that girl is rumored to want.. And! Chris Brown's first single in two years, Loyal, is a big hit! But just who is that unloyal man he wore the song about? We will be discussing all that and more after this commercial break!" Her Botox plumped red painted lips smiled wide at the camera, letting the world catch a glimpse of her artificially whitened teeth. 

"What da fuck!" He spat, "Chris wrote a fucking song about meh? Nah.. dis I gonna hear." He mumbled to himself, holding the blunt in between his lips as he snatched his phone off the nightstand. Going on the search engine app, he typed in Loyal and immediately Chris's new song popped up. "Featuring.." he paused to take a hit from the blunt, "Tyga.. and Wayne? Da fuck? How da hell he come out here ta record his song in three damn days but he told me he would need a fuckin' month ta collab on mine!" Fuming, he tapped the green ear icon to the left of the title and soon the lyrics to the internationally hit with filling his ear drums. 

[Intro — Lil Wayne & Chris Brown:]
Young mula, baby (let me see)!
Ha ha, you thought it was over?
(let me see)

[Verse 1 — Lil Wayne:]
I wasn't born last night
I know these hoes and niggas ain't right
But you was blowing up her phone last night
But she ain't have her ringer nor her ring on last night, oh
Nigga, that's that nerve
Why give a nigga your heart
When he rather have another bitch's curves?
Why give a bitch your inch
When she rather have nine?
You know how the game goes
She be mine, he be mine, by half time, I'm the shit, oh
Nigga, that's that nerve
You all about him, and he's all about his
Birdman Junior in this bitch, no flamingos
And I done did everything but trust these hoes
(Guess what!? CB fucks with me! Ha!)

[Hook — Chris Brown:]
When a curvy bitch wants you
And your nigga's out workin' hard for ya
These niggas ain't loyal
No, these niggas ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, uh, let me see

[Bridge — Chris Brown:]
Just got rich
Fucked a broke's nigga's dick
I can make a broke nigga rich
But I don't fuck with broke niggas, ha!

[Verse 2 — Chris Brown:]
Got a white girl with some fake titties
I took her to The Bay with me
Eyes closed smoking marijuana
Rolling up that Bob Marley, I'm a rasta
She wanna do drugs, smoke weed, get drunk
She wanna see a nigga trap
She wanna fuck all the rappers, yup!

[Hook — Chris Brown:]
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal
No, these hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

[Verse 3 — Chris Brown:]
Black girl with a big booty
If she a bad bitch, let's get to it (right away)
We up in this club
Bring me the bottles
I know, girl, that you came in this bitch with your man
That's a no-no, girl
All this money in the air
I wanna see you dance