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I’d done exactly that the night I shot her ex down in the middle of the pavement like the dog he was.
“Nigga, I invited you.” “I uninvited you.” “Delusional!” Lyric yelled.
“I’m not ready,” she responded, tightening my chest with each word she spoke. “I’m not ready for you. I’m still trying to find me.”
They were a match made in boredom.
I’m not getting my feelings involved knowing you’re not ready. I’m a grown ass man without the time or energy for the games you want to play.”