nudes? really? (book 3) tucker

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dad wanted to spend the day with ethan and me, so he took us to the studio, where tez, derek, jack and jack were.

"wanna get in the booth?" dad asks me.

"frick yeah!" i shout, getting up from my seat and throwing my phone down.

he laughs, "get in there then!" Johnson opens the door for me.

"thanks j," i throw on the headphones, staring at everyone and making faces at tez. for being in their early thirties they're still good looking.

"ready?" my dads voice booms through the speaker, i give him a thumbs up, "play track three," he says, not realizing he left the speaker on. "go!" he mouths.

i laugh into the microphone, not knowing what to do, "yeah, the come up," i quietly sing. i was gonna rap my dads part to the come up by him and Sammy.

"Music always been the first choice, ain't no time for plan b.

I swear my shit 'bout to pop off like it's someones shandy.

Ain't no joking around, we floating around.

Taking the stage and we holding it down.

Girl with the ass, Imma need that, go ahead and drop it low to the ground.

Thinking bout the future, making music that'll suit ya.

Chill at the crib, listen to wiz, smoking and blowing the hookah

I ain't got no time for new friends, planning out the blueprint

Rhymes the ammunition to the dream, now I'm shooting

Shooting for the stars or even Mars I raise the bar higher

The music at your heart, race and make your pulse higher

Become a man, that's who I am, understand it's for the fam

Life is rough but I continue following the plan

I got a lot up on my plate, I need a break

But I won't take, my name is indie." i smirk at the change i put.

"Put music on this earth to make you quake

I got the Intel, partying like Manziel

Sparking up a joint, taking flight like I'm Denzel

Money is the issue so I guess I got a rhyme for that

Stop talking that bullshit, man there really ain't no time for that

Daddy talking to me, he said make your lyrics clean

I was like nah, what, I'm good, I'm gonna continue to dream

Imma continue to show what I mean

Imma continue to rap what I see

Imma continue to cuss singing as much,

'cause i'm the one rapping on beats

I'm the one writing up all of these rhymes

This is all me, this is my time, eh."  i finish. rapping the whole part.

the speaker comes on again, "shit little skate! get out here!" Johnson yells into it.

i laugh as i set the headphones down and come out of the booth, "god damn, i don't know how you do this on the daily," i was out of breath.

he laughs, "i got use to it, but that was good! eth, wanna sing sammys? we can release this." he wiggles his eyesbrows at my brother.

"hell yee!" he shouts, getting into the booth.

"If you putting in word wassup.

Nobody said it's easy man it's the come up.

If you got haters then tell em shut up.

Prove it to em later man it's the come up.

It's the come up, the come up."

dad pushes me back in to finish the song with ethan. i was so happy that i could sing professionally.

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