Ever since I listened to my friends and stop talking to that toxic man, I been having writers block. I have nun to write about now
Sorry girls , it’s bad but least I get to write dope music … see ya soon 💀…
I may not like where I am… nevertheless I am not ignorant to the knowledge that there’s people dying to just want to even touch grass…it’s just a phase, like a Caterpillar it will pass… but for now I must milk this phase dryyyyyyyyyyyyyy.
Me: makes a song about my true life wahala and how sometimes I want to 💀
Only to be asked who broke my heart now I really want to cry.
How can you be worrying about love when you’re not rich? Y’all must be superhero’s to navigate being broke and handling love issues at once 💀