This is what happens when your parents don’t give you enough attention: Marquis Phifer. Snow in February? Well I sat in my room on a Saturday evening–in my mess of a room; currently furs take the place of a comforter…
Why does Atlanta look like Aspen in December? As I drove through the ice to meet my brothers for Saturday breakfast I had an epiphany: I think I’m in love with myself. Have you ever had Sweet Dreams: “damn boy, you’sa bad n*gga”. I rather spend my nights prancing around the house in my newly purchased shoes and fragrance vs. I don’t wanna fuss with you; unless you can speak Italian.
I’m just confessing: I hadn’t been eating anything that contained an animal or dairy in weeks, MIAMI MARCH 10TH-16TH so Brandon, Terrell and myself raised a farm today. We ordered everything. I treated myself cause of Valentines Day; excuse. My friends showed me pictures of their pre purchased V Day gifts; I showed them statements from my last credit card; I’m cold–but watch yall goin turn up looking Crazy In Love acting like old girl from Misery–stop it now.
Verse 2: West Egg was the meeting spot, and whomever designed the place must’ve had me in mind, I walk in and the first thing that I see is a photo booth. Who got 3 dollars? Ok ok…ok ok…love will never stop me now. It’s always “about me” Phifer–I’m the best at my worst behavior; I find it hard to trust–I need too much and don’t really believe in love. That means I’m back up on my grind—you just do you cause I’ll be just fine. Take the picture.