Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia. Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner you don't want start Weezy, 'cause the F is for Finisher so misunderstood, but what's a World without enigma? Two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers got the girl twisted 'cause she open when you twist her never met the bitch, but I f-ck her like I missed her. Life is the bitch, and death is her sister. Sleep is the cousin, what a f-ckin' family picture you know father time, we all know mother nature it's all in the family, but I am of no relation no matter who's buying, I'm a celebration black and white diamonds, f-ck segregation f-ck that shit, my money up, you n-ggas just Honey Nut. Young Money running shit and you n-ggas just runner-ups I don't feel I done enough, so I'ma keep on doing this shit. Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish !
You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect - you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there.