R Y A N
So, presently
I'm standing here right now
You're so demanding
Tell me what you want from me
Concluding, concentrating
On my music, lover and my babies
Makes me wanna ask the lady
For a ticket outta town
So can I get a window seat?
Don't want nobody next to me
I just want a ticket outta town
A look around and a safe touch down
I sung along to the song as it loudly played through the speakers Nana was gone with Meme so that left me home alone with enough time to clean and pack, so yea I had this girly song blasting through my speakers and not trap music. Cause trap music didn't really go with wiping down toilets. Plus this was a classic, a classic that I liked.
Can I get a window seat?
Don't want nobody next to me
I just want a chance to fly
A chance to cry and a long bye-bye
I had finally finished the living room, wiping down all the pictures my granny collected on her many pictures stands probably took the longest, but it was the most enjoyable seeing all the old pictures of me when I was young and innocent.
But can I get a window seat?
Don't want nobody next to me
I just want a ticket outta town
A look around and a safe touch down
Loud banging cut the song short as I turned it off I swung the door open being faced with BJ.
He pushed pass me with a million suit cases.
"Why ya bag ain't packed nigga we going to Jamaica." He smiled
Short short short ass chapter, I'm sucked of ideas guys☹️
Not proof read, I promise I'll get back on track as soon as I'm settled, so much on my plate I can't even write😭
Enjoy anyways🙃
Love yal❤️
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