No, there's no new love interest. No, there's no flame from the past. It is literally me, my notebooks, my reading materials, my records, instruments and the internet. Makes for the perfect pentagram. With the internet being the goat.
I would've loved to play Michael in Thriller tonight, and be the knight in shining armor to a panic struck dune piece. No, says The Universe. Until I learn how to handle a woman at this ripe age, I am off the market. I'm not into younger girls, and the women my age are all spoken for. Or just not my type.
Look. I got rotten teeth and a beer gut. Beggars can't be choosers, nah mean?
Still, I deserve some arm candy...
Or is/was that the problem to begin with? Being shallow is what separated me from Baddie/got me hooked up with Diamond in the first place. Im more compatible with Baddie, but Dia and I had CRAZY chemistry. Some "48 Hours" movie bullshit. In the end, I ended up with neither. I am the only common factor between the two.
To my knowledge.
Going into Year 21 of music, I am proud of my growth as an artist who's real life is depicted in the music. Nevertheless, I am slow to mature in romance. I play games. Im unfaithful, more often than not. I don't prioritize the relationship. It's never meant out of malice. I'm just not as strong-willed as I... Well, am.
But rest assured...
"This time! This time, baby! There'll be no in-and-out of love..."
#CHam
