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The amount of nervousness that I have right now is unreal. My album comes out in less than 2 weeks. 2 WEEKS. WTF!
This tracklist took almost 6 months to create. Each were handed picked by me and my team. GOSH THIS ALBUM IS MY BABY!!
"Look at you, dropping your tracklist and shit" Roddy said
"Shut uppppp, you know how I do" I laughed and popped my imaginary collar.
"What you want to eat because I know your greedy ass is hungry"
"Nigga please, you act like I eat every hour or some shit"
"You do"
I threw my pillow at him.
"I tried to cook for you last night, you act like I'm not Chef Ramsey in the kitchen"
"And burn down my kitchen? Roddy please go sit down." I laughed
Roddy and I have been getting comfortable with each other for the past few weeks. It's like we've known each other for years. And yes, he did stay over last night and the two nights before that.
I know what you're thinking. No we did NOT do anything. Okay.... we did kiss once or twice... maybe a third time, but we didn't do anything major.
I really do like Roddy, I just feel like we're moving too fast, but if the time is right then it's meant to be.
"You tripping Zy , you're just sleeping on my cooking, but for real tho are you nervous?"
"Listen, being nervous is an understatement right now. I know my fans are going to fuck with it, but I got a lot of what if questions in my head, you know."
Roddy nodded. "Yeah, I understand, I was nervous as hell before my album dropped, but look at how good it did. It made two white motherfuckers so pressed that I went number 1 and they didn't."
When he said that I bursted out laughing. This nigga is so shady I swear.
"True, you shady as fuck Roddy" I said still laughing
He shrugged. "They told all their fans to stream their shit and I was still number 1. Moral of the story is fuck that nervousness, your album is fire as hell, your fans are going to love it and fuck who ever doesn't."
I agree, everything will be just right. "Yeah, you're right."
"Ain't I'm always right?"
I rolled my eyes. "Negro please"
Few hours later
Roddy finally convinced me to let him cook his famous French toast for me. I can't lie this shit is fire.
"How is it?"
"I mean its good or whateva" I said playing with him
"So it's better than Ramsey?"
"Okay, you pushing it now"
My phone went off with a text from my manager with my schedule for the next two weeks. I have to be in different cities starting at the end of next week to promote this album. This is too much chile but it's apart of what I do, I guess I should just appreciate it.
I looked back up to Roddy and his pretty ass eyes just staring at me.
"What?"
"I can't just look at you?" OOP , there goes those damn butterflies again
"If you don't ..." I really don't know what to say after that chile
I went back to another text from my manager telling me that I have an interview with The Breakfast Club the week that the album drops. I always wanted to be on the breakfast club, as long as they don't ask me any out of pocket questions we'll be all good.
I looked back up to Roddy staring in my face again
"Seriously, what the fuck are you looking at now?"
"I'm thinking" he chuckled
"Thinking about what?"
"How I'm gonna make you mine."
TO BE CONTINUED
Whew chile , Roddy really told Zion that. Chileeeee
Anyways, Roddy's POV in the next chapter
Enjoy 💕
Fun fact: I made 3 of the songs up on the tracklist, kinda proud of myself .
