I looked at my schedule and skimmed it as most people do, when I noticed that the one name everyone said you didn't want on your schedule was on mine. I remember the day that schedules were handed out for the next semester. I continued to live in my bubble until the second semester of my freshman year was approaching. I remained in my bubble for pretty much all of my elementary and middle school careers. I had my circle of friends that liked what I liked which meant that we all got along because we liked each other. You grow up knowing everyone without really knowing that you know everyone. You grow up knowing all the same people as everyone else. To me, it seems like Usher just wants to dance, but what do I know? I kind of thought the word "sheets" would have fit better there, but that's not the point. Sadly, at the end it is evident that Ludacris can’t see how stupid his friend Usher is because he claims that they both want a lady in the street, but a freak in the bed. But hey, at least Ludacris knows exactly what will happen if he takes one of these ladies home, unlike his clueless friend Usher. He continues to say more nonsense like “I left the Jag and I took the Rolls, if they ain't cutting then I put em on foot patrol.” He must have had one too many because that is just bizarre language. Urban Dictionary told me that means naked, but what I was more envisioning them wearing was suits with balloons on them. He also talks about getting the shawties in their birthday suits. So then this girl was like “Oh by the way… I used to be friends with all your ex girls” And Usher was like “Crap, what did I just get myself into?” Apparently stalking is flattery because this girl was all for it and started ‘getting low’ as Usher describes it. The girl then asks him to “Come get me” so Usher starts being a little creep and follows her out to the dance floor. I start looking around expecting something to happen, but it never did, so that’s where Usher lost my trust. She apparently made Usher feel like SHE (not he) was ready to blow and that was kind of a head scratcher to me.
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