i shook his hand in the club

I hate when you go to the club and even though there are hundreds of people there, you can only see one.

buzzkiller.

get me two shots of henny.

i want to be so numb that i forget how good he feels and how much better he looks.

yes bartender, i drink dark liquor. get me my drinks.

i dance the night away in my see through chiffon top, skin tight black leggings and royal blue boots. i dance until the room becomes a blur but every time i pick my head up, I see his face. he's trying to have a good time but i can see glimpses of distress on his face. they're only like a second long, practically unnoticeable by the untrained eye. but even in the haze of my liquor and my emotions, i am still trained in human science. and whether it works in our favor or not, no book can tell me about the behavior i've lived with for a year and a half. it's simple. i know him and i know what he's thinking, but one thing is for sure, he's still baffled by me. he knows me well but i know him better. it can be a gift and a curse for both of us.

and kudos to the people around us who sprang the news on me that i was in a relationship, when it's been over. rumors are always late. even if just by a minute, they are always AFTER the fact. but the only two people who are aware of the truth are the two people who decides what the truth is. dancing my way through the reggae section, i move from sadness to anger with every roll of my hips and every roll of his eyes. i want my time back, i want my sacrifice back. i want all of the intangible items back and as for the tangible ones, they're just too real a reminder that something was there.

the last song plays and i wiggle my way out the club. as hurt and as mad as i am, it hits me that he's feeling the same way. and instead of fixing it, i just shook his hand in the club. bad move baby girl, bad move.

Single - Lil Wayne

uh, Camo shorts and bubba Kush,
we can talk she’d rather fuss,
this and that bout such and such,
damn where is the f-cking trust,
im tired of the hoop and holler’n,
Im bout to take the coupe to collins,
uh, then take a female to the Island,
uh then take her clothes off and do the honours,
yeah now she hearing with them other b-tches,
yeah, I told her mind her f-cking business,
sh-t she prol out here f-cking n-ggas,
im f-cking her friends now her friends aint even f-cking with her,
damn she text me all day and night,
so pissed off she aint even spelling sh-t right,
i text her back, tell her its life,
now somebody tell them hoes, I’m single for the night,

chorus

yeah Im single,
n-gga had to cancel that b-tch like nino,
i aint trippin on nothin,
im sipping on somethin,
and my homeboy say he got a bad b-tch for me,
and I’m single,
yeah Im single,
and Im single,
tonite Im single
and i aint trippin on nothin,
im sipping on somethin,
and my homeboy say he got a bad b-tch for me,
tonite,

[Verse 2]
Dreads braided to the back,
im chilling but my swag on full attack,
and my girl acting like a brat,
so when she call, i don’t answer I just write her back,
she hate it when I do that sh-t,
and I when get home she go through my sh-t,
she call numbers back to see who that is,
man I hate it when she do that sh-t,
polo t-shirt, polo draws,
now make me take this polo off,
girl you can get broken off,
yeah I f-ck you for an hour than I smoke it off,
swimming trunks and bathing suits,
they go in the bedroom and tell the naked truth,
dont wanna fuss, aint tryna fight,
man somebody tell em hoes I’m single for the night,

[Chorus]

yeah Im single,
n-gga had to cancel that b-tch like nino,
i aint trippin on nothin,
im sipping on somethin,
and my homeboy say he got a bad b-tch for me,
and I’m single,
yeah Im single,
and Im single,
tonite Im single
and i aint trippin on nothin,
im sipping on somethin,
and my homeboy say he got a bad b-tch for me,
tonite,

[Verse 3]
Uhh, now she got on her f-ck em dress,
and I got on my double breast,
uh, and he been fussing all day with her,
and I make her feel special like a place kicker,
she wanna be weezy f baby sitter,
say she wish she could cut my d-ck off and take it with her,
I say hold on,
she say she just playing,
then I falls in that p-ssy like quick sand,
uh, hot sex and cold wine,
she left that n-gga hanging like a clothes line,
i cut my phones off, both lines,
its bout to get nasty, pork rinds,
she came hard both times,
we both say we single,
and we both lying,
we both wrong but it feel right,
put your hands up if you single for the night,
put your hands up if you single.