The Bad Boy & The Mermaid
Maybe I was complaining too damn much but what else did you expect to do when you’d fallen from grace.
There was only one true friend I had, Fredericko, he was my man (not in the literal sense) but he was my bro, my Spanish-Italian brother from another mother. When my dad wouldn’t lend me money, Fred let me borrow some, when dad threw me out of the house, Fred welcomed me into his house, when my one-night stands tried to wreck my car, Fred took care of it. Fred was the definition of how a best friend should be. And when my exes so much as tried to bitch about him, I’d dumped them right then.
Because it has always been bros before hoes for me.