INNOCENT THOUGHTS OF A GUILTY MAN

Wake up in the morning hungover as fuck. Where am I at? Who am I with? Who is this chick? Damn she is thick. I hope that I hit, I can't remember shit. Where are my shades? Where is my phone? What time is it? I should get home. Flashbacks of last night race through my head. As I stumble to put my jeans on, Damn I'm still drunk as hell, I need something to lean on. I need to slow down, I'm out of control. But that's when I'm at best though. Cause when I show up the party goes up And they need me at my best, so Pour shots, four shots, Excuse me miss we need more shots, Good lord girl you thick as hell, Is that real or is that ass shots? Getting tagged in pictures I don't remember taking. Text messages to girls I don't remember meeting. Asking me what are we doing this evening? Treating Monday like it's part of the weekend. Like how much longer can I live this life? How much longer can I live these nights? I'm feeling like I ow...

He text me "f*ck these b*tches, I text him back "I know" He said he on Instagram And he tired of all these hoes. I said you can always unfollow, The internet's top models, They not the ones you wanna wife, They not keepers they only to borrow. Why even go out and try to find a girl, When they all got the same mentality? I told him Instagram is a fantasy, For dudes who can't deal with reality. I said everything is so damn fake these days, Honestly I don't think I can deal. Dudes being chicks, and chicks being dudes, Fake ass fake breasts what's real? I would tell you to hang in a library, But I don't know if anybody reads Can't trust dating apps too scary, Cause it's never as good as it seems. Everybody gets to be famous Everybody gets to have fans Everybody knows what your name is, Everybody gets to be the man. He said he feels like he was born in the wrong era I ask which one should you be in? He says he not...

A father and son were riding in the car, To the House of Cheeks, for a drink at the bar The son was scrolling through I.G. with great lust, The father saw the phone, and said what the f*ck is this? He took the phone from his son and stared at the screen, Looked back at his son, his eyes looked so mean. I do not like these thirsty thots, I do not like their thirsty thoughts, I shall not like their thirsty pics, For all they do is tease the dick, I do not like to play their games , You come and go as if your running things, I would not sweat you in a bar, I would not sweat you in your car. I would not sweat you on the beach, I would not sweat you on the streets. Get away from me these thirsty thots, Trying to trap me with your thirsty shots, Your yoga pants and ill fitted tops, Pushing your boobies up to the top, Pictures you take in your draws for me to view With dumbass captions like, "what are you up to"? Clearly I'm looking at this picture of yo...

So I finally joined Instagram,  Swore to God that I wouldn't do it, I know what it does to a man, And I said that I won't lose it, But I knew it, soon as I did it, And I do it, and I'm so livid, But these girls in all these photos, And they always posing half naked, I don't think that I could be a girl, Better yet, I couldn't be a lady, How you supposed to trust yo man, When these hoes are fucking crazy? And he liking every picture, In her DM like "hey baby" I know you probably gotta man, But your man ain't like me baby. So just keep me in your plans, When you hit my city maybe, We can get up on room, And go half up on a baby. And your relationship status don't matter, So don't let that make you feel safe. Cause it'll still come down choices, When she put it in his face. Choices. So many choices, there's so many choices, Facebook, Tumblr, Instagram, he's hearing way too many voices... He's got choi...

On Friday she was my baby, On Saturday she was like maybe, On Sunday we ain't even speak, On Monday everything crazy. Is it just me? Is it just me? I mean is it just me? But relationships die fast these days, Fall out of love faster than I can blink, Fall out of love before I finish this drink, Fall out of love before we even n'sync, Fall out of love faster than I can I think, Think of words needed to speak To remind you of what we could be. What it could it be? What did you see? Did something change? Did I skip I beat? Did I miss a post? Did I miss a tweet? I think we're a product of our generation, We want our love on Netflix simulation, Give me all your love right now, Binge loving there's no patience. Then it's on to next, What else is out, tell me what's next? I Tivo'd our relationship, so I can skip through all the mess. There's plenty of fish, But the sea is rotten, Forget to log in and your forgotten. So you bounce ...