Ex: How are you?
You: Good. Just living.
And of course, I guess you talk about your lives and shit and how things have been going until...
Ex: I miss you, baby.
What the unholy satanic ritual fuck? You miss me? Now, odds are this hoe left you for someone else that was undesirable or cheated on you with someone of less quality than yourself but they miss you? Fuck outta here. Then it hits them...
Ex: You treated me right and cared for me.
Whereas Dre spoke about the fuckery that is "once mine, always mine" mentality regarding people who can't back it up, this is in that same field as that and cheaters. This is more about the people who finally comes to terms with the fact that you were the best mutha fuckin thing they had going in their goddamn life and they went and fucked it up because they couldn't keep their clothes on or some other stupid-ass reason. This becomes fuckery to the n power when they are supposed to be in a relationship with someone else and for some reason, they find their way to you and figure it out too late that you were the one for their sorry ass.
But that person wasn't the one when your ass was plowing every hole or getting plowed by every dick possible that didn't belong to that person, right? So, why are they the one after the fact? Is it because you think about your ex whenever your current is putting it down or the shit they did for you that this person ain't doing? What is your major malfunction, bitch, and why in the actual fuck do you see fit to try to return to that person's arms? If you love that individual like you say you do, despite the fuckery you put them through, you would let them the fuck go and move on with your life. What's that, you can't let go? Oh, well, you're just full of shit and only going back to them because you know no one else would put up with you but unfortunately for you, that person was strong enough to leave your ratchet ass behind and not look back.
Examples? On this blog, you know we provide.
I've had some shit like that go on in my life. I've learned to let go and move on when the party's over, but there's just this one chica who just cannot seem to move on. Every blue moon she'll hit me up and tell me to text her or some other dumb shit so I'll humor the bitch whenever I'm in the mood for a laugh. What? Sometimes I can't be as nice as Dre and tell people to choke and all that good self-terminating shit. Her latest want: to tell me for I'm guessing the 8th or 9th time in the four years it's been since I left her cheating ass that she misses me and loves me. Like I said, I humor the bitch but I don't reciprocate shit. I ask her about her current boyfriend/father of her unborn child. She tells me not to worry about him and that while she loves him, she'll always love me. Bitch, what? I got a feeling it's because I was the first dick that put it down on her. What can I say? Some people fall in love with their first long after the mattress mambo is done.
My money's on him eventually finding out he ain't gonna be a first time daddy and she's looking for some poor sucker to give an 18 year sentence to 'cause she don't know who the kid's papi is. You looked in the wrong place, now go swan dive off the top of Mount Everest. This is how I feel about that: if you would talk to another man behind your lover's back, what makes you so sure I could trust you not to do the same to me if I were somewhat idiotic enough to fall for this? I got bored and took screencaps of today's game, but I shared one as an example.
Oh so we gotta go down this road. Really? That bitch needs to give her life, immediately. These are the type of fuckwads that kill me.
ReplyDeleteLet me put this out there, I love anyone that I told I love them. There is a part of me that belongs to each of them. However, this does not make me Foo-Foo the Fool. Your time was in my past, not my future. And if you fucked me over once you will do so again. My latest relationship is a prime fucking example. I do not have time to keep going backwards. I don't even like to entertain shit like this because it's predictable.
Oh, you miss me? Why? Because, in Brandy's words, I "put it down right, like the way you want it." Oh, word? Thanks for the compliment simple ho, but no thanks. Because that song applies to me. "If you put it down right, like the way I want it, play your cards right, maybe we can fall in love." It's not just sex she mean. Gotta put it down in all aspects and if you can't remain faithful then fuck your couch you're not worth my time.