Here's to our good guy, he hooked it up,
Said if I was in NY I should look you up.
I, first time I done saw you,
You text nothing like you look.
Here's to the gay bar you took me to,
Here's when I realized you talk so much, more than I do.
I, it's highlights when I was convinced,
That it isn't much more, it's so not you.
I know you don't need me right now,
And to you it's just a late night out.
— This nigga, all the bitches in the neighborhood wanna fuck you, nigga.
— He told me.
— I used to fuck with all of 'em.
— Yeah, I ain't got bitches no more.
— But now I don't care about bitches like that my nigga, that chick Jasmine fucking wrecked my heart, I don't even know how I feel about bi…