pink kandi

I can't never meet your friends or nothing.

The neighbors? That's the best you come up with?

Listen, look, look, look. You don't know Jake like I know Jake, okay?

Last thing I'm watching is him gawking at you and then trying to holler at you and shit.

Pay attention. Think about it.

I don't want to hear that.

You know what? I think you ashamed of me.

No, ashamed of what? This? This?

If you can't handle it, I'm just going to leave.

Listen, listen, listen. How do I treat all this?

Don't you get treated like gold?

Don't you get treated like gold?

You can't hide it. You can't hide it.

You don't get treated like gold.

I don't worship these big, pretty, juicy...

Come on, man. Think about it for a second.

Look, look, look, look.

I don't...

Huh? Huh?

I can't stand you.

I don't need all the attention that you ask for.

I want you to myself, babe.

Why you ashamed of none of this?

None of it.

I don't give a fuck what it is.

Look at this.

You got the fat FMS thing going on.

The fat monkey syndrome.

You got these big old legs.

Fat ass calves and shit.

You tight back here.

Come on, man. You're so ugly.

You need to be. You're so ugly.

You should be. I'm feeling it.

...