That Dude

Waiting for you to let me in, in more ways than one
Hoping that i can stay until the morning sun
Yet I know I gotta leave once the deed is done
Cause see, I'm that dude you fuckin wit.

So I wait, yet still, and finally the door open and our eyes meet
Ooh, how they mesmerize me
And when you pull me close, my hand grazes where your thighs meet.
I'm that dude that you fuckin wit.

Your self lubrication shows me how long you've been waitin
And actions speak louder than words, and yours show no hesitation
As your lips are on my lips, my hands are on your hips
And your hands, they start to unzip
While more than just time slips
Hmmmm, yes, I'm that dude you fuckin wit.

We all in your bed
While you're all in my head
Then you grab the back of mine, and now I'm all between your legs
And with my dreads tied back, and your legs cocked back
I put that arc in your back when I lick like that
Love it when you say my name like that
See, I'M that dude you FUCKIN WIT!

And when I start to go inside, I see a tear in your eye
Don't worry bout that baby, you'll get used to my size
As your pain turns to pleasure, I cherish your treasure
Physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, my bliss is beyond measure
Yes, I AM THAT DUDE YOU FUCKIN WIT!

But I know that once I cuss, OH SHIT, I bust
I gotta be off in the dust
Cause I'm yours
But you're not mine
You're his
And y'all got kids
And it is what it is
But that's none of my biz
So all I can do is wish, that with this good bye kiss
I can be more than just
that dude you fuckin wit.

True.Real.Everlasting

Sorry, Wrong Number

Just picked up the phone, nobody was there
I swear
Wrong number, a machine is all I hear
This chick done gave me the wrong number
Forget that hoe!
She wasn't even that cute
But she had a booty like J. Lo
Maybe she was too drunk and wrote the wrong thing down
Cause my game was too much for me to get played like a clown
Hold up
Maybe I hit the wrong button
Hit 3 instead of 6
Okay, it's ringing
Nope, same shit!
Why would she give me the wrong number?
I spent all that money on liquor
The way she was looking at me I knew I was gonna get her.
Naw, you know what?
This 6 is looking more like a zero
Yeah, that was my bad, there I go
What?!
That number is no longer is service?!
I'm starting to think she did this on purpose.
I'ma go to the same club next week, and I hope she's there
And I'm gonna buy drinks for another girl and see if she cares!

True.Real.Everlasting.

Don't Judge Me

You keep expecting me to run away or do something wrong.
So when I catch you in some shit, it's the same old song.
Who I met. How I acted. What I said. Before you.
So damn who I met, how I acted, and what I said.
Cause that was BEFORE YOU!
Of course I hit that. I never denied it.
But that was before you and I were ever decided.
Threesomes, and more, I tried it. That used to get me excited.
But that flame has been extinguished, and you always try to ignite it.
Yeah, my past is tarnished, but you ain't a saint yourself.
I need you to stop stressing over this, cause it's not good for your health.
No, that's not a threat so don't take it as such.
I wouldn't dream of hurting someone I love so much.
But these empty accusations, is leading to so much frustration
that I'm truly contemplating on finding another destination.
You've heard so many lies, that you can't believe the truth.
How bout this? I'll buy you a new Benz tomorrow if you show me some proof.
I'll wait.......

Oh, here's my cellphone. See if you can find anything.



Are you through?
Oh, all them pictures are of you.



Wait, don't give it back. Let's switch phones for a week.
Oh you can't do that? Expecting a call? Oh, I see.
That doesn't prove anything? I know. Who said we had to stop?
Let's go and see what we can find on the laptop.
I won't stop you from doing anything, I'll let you just look.
Here's my email account, my Twitter, and Facebook.
Take your time.




Don't forget my indox and DMs.




Okay, you can wipe that dumb look off your face.
Now that I've put you in it, remember, no one can ever take your place.
Cause i'm not the boy I was, I'm the man I am.
And I appreciate the fact that you even give a damn.
But I'm your man. Anything you wanna know just ask.
But my past is just that, my past.
YOU are my LAST.

True.Real.Everlasting

Where are they at?

Where are the real men at?
 Where are the men who hold a door open for a woman?
 Pull out a chair?
Be a father?
Give her your jacket when she's cold?
Call when you're not home on time?
Tell her where you're really going?
Cook for her?
Pump her gas?
Tell her you love her more than once a year?
Lay down your jacket so you can walk over a puddle?
Make real love to her?
Not make her cry?
Respect her?
Don't hit her?
Pay for a date?
Hold her?
Don't call her a hoe or bitch?
Take her out?
Where y'all at?

By the way, where are the real women at?
Where are the women who treat your man with respect?
Stand behind him?
Cook for him?
Ask him about his day?
Let him enjoy the game?
Don't nag him?
Understand his boys are important to him also?
Allow him to be strong?
Respect his mom?
Know lovemaking is a 2 person job?
Don't blame him for them problems another man left you with?
Don't use his child as leverage for what you want?

It goes both ways. We need to step our game up in relationships. Or else, nobody is going to be happy. There isn't just a shortage of good men. There isn't just a shortage of good women. Let's do better, to have better.