makememagnate.

I sat in that car on the late-night tip, feelin’ lifted, I couldn’t walk straight - I woulda failed a “straight line” test but that didn’t matter - cause when you’re on clouds there’s no need for steppin’, I was floatin’.

Listenin’ to all those jams that reminded me of you, I admitted to her that I’ve been thinkin’ bout you - Frank Ocean, the night before I fell asleep imaginin’ holdin’ you, so emotional. But those thoughts were happy.

I took another pull and French kissed it, I needed those clouds to stay in me - in my throat, my lungs, as long as possible. I puffed it out singing those same jams - we kept ‘em rotatin’.

I said to her - Girl, I keep going back and forth in my mind, thoughts have been racin’ lately - I’ve been jumpin’ from missing him to likin’ my single tip - talking to whomever I please - cause after all that I can’t stand the words “boy” and “friend” making that compound. Ain’t hearin’ it.

Feelin’ weird as I take in another pull, couldn’t kiss this one - my mind was distracted. I told her that makes me happy too.

I’m focusin’ & concentratin’ but when I hear “Love Song” - Big Sean, my heart starts singin’, damn you would’ve thought it was for you I was writin’ - all those pretty words that fill my tone as I puff out yet again another cloud. I thought about those whole two weeks we were locked up spendin’ time in one fog.

Must admit, I miss you - but I’m movin’ on. I love you, but don’t tell me you love me - Big Sean, that’ll be hard for me. In love with you? Well, niggas choose to get outta that.

Another pull - I’m makin’ out with this one.