funny how you say the words domestic violence, abuse, abuse survivor and boom the subject changes. The abuser has no anxieties, no emotional pain, or salience/memory for that matter, so the survivor appears to be the crazy one, obsessed with the abuse and that buzzword that seems to ignite arguments about diagnosing people without a degree, etc. I believe this is another amazingly on point and nuanced commentary on the insanity that follows emotionally abusive relationships. That I wanna talk to my red and my cherry 'Cause I heard he was hidin' somewhere I can't seeĪnd I'm alone, and I realize when I get home When I wanna talk to my red and my cherry Yes, I'm alone, and I realize that when I get homeĪh-ba-boo-di-di-di, ba-boo-di-di-da-boo-di-dowĭow-dow-dow-dow, oh-oh-oh-no, oh-oh-oh-ohĪnd I'm alone and I realize that when I get home Yeah, ayo Salaam, yeah, I think they know the time
With all respect 'cause you the only one who gets me Pour my Pino Grigio and Cris' with some lime what is this?Īn immaculate version of Me and My Bitch by Biggie Strong communicator, vagabond, I gallivant around the equator The noise in my head, the curse of the talented I had to tell homes, I don't keep a cell phone, my bad I'm well known, got people coming at me mad God, wouldn't they know, or am I a fool to ask? They think forever I'm rolling in dough, swimming in a pool of cash I be trying to reply and they never suppose I get my quiet time in Invade my personal life? Out of the question, what are they expecting? I hate when people write me hostile texts You're the woman I need, but where is she? You can be easily recruited, you're Heaven-sent Yes, as long as her love for the people is deep rooted and evident Who can be from out the hood or even work for the president Or maybe an educator, a lady with etiquette Who not after material wealth, but get dough still She tell me everything is cool when it ain't looking goodįor real, the world so ill, yo, I want a girl so real She like the herbs, natural medicine, she cooking good She love art, she ride out with me on my music tour 'Cause she done been there and heard all the rumors before Not easily impressed with the rich and famous life
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She teach me how to live, she ain't afraid of life My a-alike, someone to talk me off the bridge any day or night I want someone who like the champagne I like Yes, I'm alone, and I realize when I get home Heard he was hiding somewhere I can't seeĪnd I'm alone, and I realize that when I get home
I heard he was hiding somewhere I can't see
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