I was just talking to my gf on the way up to our place. I asked, "what do you think the people here think of us?" And she was like, "Why, because I'm brown?" And I was like, "Yeah." Then I started to talk about how there are some white guys who you can tell have black or hispanic girlfriends or whatever, but how I don't look like one of those guys.
Furthermore, those guys have a tendency to hate me in a really mean-spirited way. Probably because they know I put my tongue in the ass of all manner of girls. And I'm not going to sit back and act like I'm doing it as a secret, trying to keep it real like I'm too good to eat pussy. I will tell a bitch that she can't even go to work until she sits on my face, for real, before she takes a shower.
I'm all kinds of nasty. They already know that if their right hand isn't busy to start pointing that imaginary gun in my ass so I stay rock hard.
And you can still find a gangster watching French movies and saying "terrible" after it's over. You can still find a gangster pulling an espresso with raw sugar stuffed in the basket. But no matter how white I try to walk, no matter my tone, the caramel and chocolate girls know that it's okay. They don't have to be afraid.
And I can see those wheels turning: "no, he can't beat the pussy up. Not him. Let me teach him what the pussy is for and then we can start from there." Man, I'm so undercover.
Furthermore, those guys have a tendency to hate me in a really mean-spirited way. Probably because they know I put my tongue in the ass of all manner of girls. And I'm not going to sit back and act like I'm doing it as a secret, trying to keep it real like I'm too good to eat pussy. I will tell a bitch that she can't even go to work until she sits on my face, for real, before she takes a shower.
I'm all kinds of nasty. They already know that if their right hand isn't busy to start pointing that imaginary gun in my ass so I stay rock hard.
And you can still find a gangster watching French movies and saying "terrible" after it's over. You can still find a gangster pulling an espresso with raw sugar stuffed in the basket. But no matter how white I try to walk, no matter my tone, the caramel and chocolate girls know that it's okay. They don't have to be afraid.
And I can see those wheels turning: "no, he can't beat the pussy up. Not him. Let me teach him what the pussy is for and then we can start from there." Man, I'm so undercover.