see...i want a chick.but i'm not looking for no "stonce cold,i'm so in love you with type shit."just some,"main chick" type shit.some shit to where like we're each others mains,& we wouldn't mess around on each other,but we don't have to go around bragging about what we do behind closed doors.cause that's our memories,a type of chick that knows her place in my life,& doesn't need a title to solitfy that.someone who when asked "whassup with yall?"she doesn't even hesitate to say,"that's our business."someone who doesn't let them,get in the way of us.cause she knows they could never compare to her.the type of chick i can make laugh when we argue,the type of chick i can call when i'm losing my mind,& i don't have to worry that someone else will know.someone who knows that life is not always that serious,& who doesn't mind when i crack a joke.some real shit to be point blank,nothing forced,nothing manurfactured.
looking for my "chill chick".
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