Ah ****.
So.
French girl came back. I wasn't as bad this time, not in that ****ty bad news headspace. Kept eye contact the whole time. Didn't stare at her ass when she used the ATM like a creeper mother****er. And then, just as I'm about to start with the small talk, I get a phone order for like 10 items and she's all "bye! Have a wonderful day" and I'm all fvck hurry up with this order so I can at least get her name.
Nope.
Ain't taking it too hard cuz like, I just wanna get in her pants I think. I have no idea even. But ****, bad timing yo. I gotta meet somebody even if its just an evening, I'm losin it over hurr.
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I spit bullets in my feet
Every time I speak
So I write instead
And still people want me dead
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