always knew it wouldnt be shits and giggles forever
at some point we'd be giggling shits for better or worse
coerced into being just under the completion percentage
at a century see her and me
told nothing was perfect
so striving for the 99th percentile
seemed worth it
see, cole gave me the catalyst
to tell this story cats have missed
and its imperative
it come out with directness
cuz as i vibe im transported back to them days
like 08
when i was feening for it straight
on the tip of my tongue your essence
i wanted to chase
but shit was real
cuz i was in a situation where happiness was a tuesday-thursday kinda thing
but it made sense to my monday-wednesday-friday brain
damn
what about the weekends?
and im going thru life like i thought i should have
living out dreams that were 5 years old
on paths that had me places i thought i should be
tracing, tip taping along them lines of duality
until they got crossed like Malcolm
and she gave me a taste
mine as well gave me a hand full of spades
heard that song and instantly knew it was a classic
then in my contrarian way
i downplayed it
she had me on some longest crush eva type shit
freshmen year sophomore year
settling
for other chicks
got me up all night
contemplating my life
asking myself do i wanna be tuesday thursday type happy
incomplete
sitting round playing love songs like i was case studying
now my peoples knew my situation and thought it was cool
and im still scared to ruffle feathers
so im playing big bird trying to please everybody
mind still wondering back
like when hip hop had its shit together
im telling myself you cant fight city hall
the establishment runs shit
why go against it
dont let your heart life block
my current chick e&j
but she...ciroc
goes down smooth and thanks me for drinking
this shit deeper then it being cold outside and needing someone to bun
my current chick insignia
but she....samsung
her tats tell of beauty and growth
id be happy to kiss them slowly slow
decision made
hard to be with someone so long and then let them go
my last chick old ass PC
but her...macbook pro
and im punch drunk
head spinning
mind wheeling
brain hurting
heart thumping
seeing stars
my life like a bag of bats
shit crazy
im down in this pit tryna see the sanity that sat above
then it occurred to me
to ask
"would you believe me if i said im in love?"
what?
known her for years but that shit hit like a ton of bricks
and i start spazzin
thinking them useless females' attention would make me snap out of it
like ima fill my heart with the approval of lesser chicks
but her essence still just wouldnt go away
and here we are
"had me up all night....
all im singing was love songs"
and im really down with singing em more
writing more love poems
cuz i cant take that tuesday thursday type love
i thought id be good with the status quo like tax time
but shit with my last chick was like studying poetry for years then
finally learning the meaning of rhyme
useless
she gives me purpose
and everyday i cant help but ask myself
"would you believe me if i said im love?"
hell yes
