Kentrell*
Maneeee Makayla been in her room for 2 days straight ain't coming out are nothing Boomer did some shit to her I thought to myself I went up to her room and busted the door open and she was cutting herself crying I hurried tackling her making her drop the blade and put my shirt on her bloody wounds she wasn't lying she is suicidal
Let me do this please kentrell I said crying no Makayla you don't need this said Kentrell yes I do plz I need it it calms my pain fuck no you on suicide watch wherever you go I go wherever I go you go this can be our lil secret said kentrell as he held out his pinky and I held out mines locking them and than kissing our own hands
Two hours later
Makayla*
I was sitting down and this beat just started playing it was tight asf I got my note pad and start writing lyrics to it first I started with the intro
[Intro]
Hey, yeah, uh
Than started with the Verse one
[Verse 1]
We went from 2 a.m. calls to zero communication, yeah
We spent too long in heaven that we felt the elevation
Just 'cause it's different and we're not the same
Doesn't mean things have to change
I got no trouble with my pride, got trouble cutting ties
I said out loud and Kentrell looked at me i just waved and went back to writing and than Kenny came and set next to me than I started the chorus
[Chorus]
I don't wanna be your ex
We're way too good at being friends
Can we still hang out, on the low, get wild?
I don't wanna be your, I don't wanna be your
Hit ya girl up with a text
When you're alone and feeling stressed
I don't gotta be in love with you, to love you
I don't wanna be your, so don't treat me like your
E-e-e-e, e-e-ex
I don't wanna be your
E-e-e-e, e-e-ex
Know I started the verse two
[Verse 2]
Let's skip the awkward run-ins, or
Pretending like we're strangers
And get back to how we started, yeah
Don't pour water on fire
Just 'cause it's different and we're not the same
Doesn't mean things have to change
I got no trouble with my pride
Got trouble cutting ties
Then I went back to the chorus and bridge
[Chorus]
I don't wanna be your ex
We're way too good at being friends
Can we still hang out, on the low, get wild?
I don't wanna be your, I don't wanna be your
YOU ARE READING
Meeting you (NBA Kendell story)
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