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Chelsea
Kentrell and I were at some studio that was only a few block away from where he lived .
We had spent the entire day together going shopping , going out to eat , and spending the rest of the day chilling at his house watching movies and eating the snacks we bought . Now here we were in some studio he apparently had been working at for a while now . He practically begged me to come and although I was exhausted from running to place to place today I couldn't tell my baby no so I agreed to go .
" How long you've been coming here ? " I asked leaning back against Kentrell as I sat in his lap while he smoked his blunt .
" Years . " He said lowly but loud enough for him to hear .
I furrowed my brows . " And you just now telling me ? "
" It wasn't nothin" against you . " He shrugged his shoulders . " This just where I come to get a peace of mind . "
" Oh . " I said placing my hand on top of his . " I wanna hear one of your songs . "
He sat up putting the blunt out . " That's actually why I brought you here . I wrote this lil' song fa' you . "
I smiled just knowing he had to be fucking with me right now . " Boy , stop lying . "
" I'm serious baby . " He kissed my shoulder before pushing a few buttons on the Digital Audio Workstation . A few seconds after a song began playing and sure enough it was Kentrell's voice .
I had lost track of all my money, here babe count it for me And I be in my feelings when you don't be talking to me I was recording, Ben said that you was calling for me When I got done I read your text, you say you waiting on me When I get there I'ma eat you, fuck you like no other I'ma kiss you, I'ma rub you and tell you I love you I be looking in your eyes when we talk to each other Deep down inside I can see us turning out together
Come here baby let me show I love you Fuck them hoes and the fame, girl you know I'm thuggin' Fuck what they saying, I'm your man and you know I'm for you Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy, call on me Shawty if you need a thing you can call on me I'll never ask for anything but to be there for me You ever call out of range I'ma be there for you Baby we don't need a ring for to prove my loyalty
Once I heard the recording of us of on the phone I couldn't help but look at him and smile . He gave me a smile in return before pulling me back against him as we listened to the rest of the song .
