Not Tryna Party

I’m downtown. It’s not THAT cold, but it ain’t warm. My friend Jenny and I are left without anywhere to sleep that night. She says not to worry, she can get some guys to pick us up. In my head, I’m bouta fire on her cause this is the third time she has had GUYS pick us up and I’m tired of waiting in the car while her and the guys go do something “real quick”.

But we have no place to sleep that night so I go along with it. They pick us up and tell us they’re having a lil party and I AM NOT TRYNA PARTY so I let ’em know I’m just gonna smoke and chill.

We get there, and I smoke and chill.

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