Arrington Noel DeGrate
September 29, 1997Usually when I call you at 3 o' clock in the morning, you just pick up
And every time at around 12 o' clock on your lunch break
When I text you, you hit me back
Then yesterday when I saw your best friend around the corner
Asking about your whereabouts
He said he thought I was with you, I was at my mama house
And you wasn't there, you wasn't thereWhere the hell have you been?
Have you found a new friend?
Is this how our omega, the beginning of the end
(I can really change it)
Is my love in competition
(Really change it)
Who's been playing my position?
(I can really change it)
Am i losing, is she winning?
(Really change it)
Is my love in competition
Is my love in competitionI bet she don't she look like me, I bet she don't cook like me
I bet you her sense of humor ain't on, she ain't making you laugh like me
Bet you your cousin sister, your mama, auntie, you don't love her like me
What if she ain't or what if she is, if she really even exists"That was good Ari. You can head out, I'm sure you wanna celebrate your mans birthday." Static said working with the sound board. I nodded, if only he knew.
The past two weeks I've been staying with Mary, but Donald called yesterday saying he wanted to have dinner. I'm so confused like didn't you just say you aren't in love with me? Now my presence is being requested. Hmm..
I went through my closet looking for an outfit but then I realized why am I trying to look good for this man.
"Cause you need to show his trifling ass what he's missing. I don't know how you do it. I'm a rider but not like you. You obviously talk to Jesus a lot." Mary said coming in the room. She sat on my bed and let out a sigh.
"Is this cute to you?" I asked her.
"I love it. I also love your magazine pictures. Look they finally came out." She said showing me my spread.
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Bad Boy (DeVante Swing)
FanfictionYou got a jawline like a model You stay fresh from head to toe Got your own money, never borrow On your grind, I like your hustle But you're no good for me Cuz them pretty boys not pretty On the inside of they souls And even though I know you're bad...