I Used to Be Darker

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I got candy in my cup

cup

Candy in my car, car

Candy on my wrist

wrist

Candy on my car, car

Fix me a drink?

Are you sure?

Man I feel so awkward

When I ain't got

no barre to spliff

I keep a whole sip

whole sip

A whole clip

a whole clip

In case these p*ssy niggaz

wanna trip

Fly high boy, boy

high fly boy, boy

'Fore I fly high

Lookin' at them jackers

in their eye, eye

I remember when a rapper

was a go-getta, go-getta

Now all these rappers is some

hoe niggaz uh

Hide behind the guards

at the show nigga uh

Don't want no p*ssy

homosexual on the low nigga

That's y'all, that's y'all

I from

the old school uh

Like MJG and Ball

like Devin the Dude

I know Short Dog, Dog

the real Short Dog, Dog

Who see me drapin' drips

Stepped out the whip

on Sunset Strip

Swishas and dosha

blow when we driving

Benz's and Cadi's

Swangin' big bodies

Swishas and dosha...

Did you tell him?

Taryn, stop.

Stop!

You're taking the knife?

Bill, I'm leaving

you the house,

the car, the furniture,

the swimming pool.

You get everything.

I'm just

taking my stuff.

That's right,

you are the leaver.

Write a song about it.

I know you will.

No, really.

Maybe you'll be more

productive when I'm gone.

I'm productive.

I just don't

write songs anymore.

I pay bills!

I pay for our daughter's

education.

I pay for your

health insurance.

Well, not anymore.

One new message.

Message one.

Hi, Kim.

Hi, Bill, hi, Abby.

It's Taryn, your niece

and cousin.

I'm about to board

a bus to Baltimore

and I'd love to see you.

I don't really have

another place to stay.

I'm in Ocean City,

in Maryland.

Sorry for not

calling sooner.

Some change

of plans.

Hope you're home.

Sh*t.

I'll try you again from the

bus station in a few hours.

Is around...

2:
00 all right?

F***.

End of message.

Yep.

Look at you

all grown up.

Got worried you

might be on holiday.

Working too hard,

really.

Where's Kim?

On tour.

But Abby's

coming home tomorrow.

Yeah?

Yeah.

You hungry?

Yeah.

Let's go.

Need help?

No?

Got it?

Good evening.

Evening.

Do you have a reservation?

- No, afraid not.

Let me see

what I can do.

Right this way.

Thank you.

This place is fancy.

Like a funeral parlor.

Good evening.

May I offer a cocktail

or a glass of wine?

Bourbon and soda, please.

Do you have

a preference on bourbon?

You choose.

Excellent.

And for you, ma'am?

Wine?

Yeah, go for it.

Glass of red wine,

please.

And... two rib-eyes?

Yeah, medium rare,

please.

Excellent, I'll be right back

with your drinks.

I'm so hungry.

I haven't eaten

anything all day.

They don't feed you

on the boardwalk?

All we ate are chips.

Yeah, you call

them chips.

Ate my weight

in them this summer.

Deep-fried biscuits,

funnel cake.

I'm huge.

You look great.

You almost look tan.

Thank you.

Thank you.

To surprises.

So Kim's on tour?

Yeah.

Actually, no she's not.

You and Abby haven't

talked for a while, huh?

No.

I really didn't want to

be the one to

break this to you, Taryn,

but, uh...

Kim and I are in

the process of separating.

She's packing up her stuff,

as we speak.

My God.

But her new place

isn't far away.

We can call

her first thing,

and I know she's gonna

want to see you.

Can't believe it.

I had no idea.

Well, it's not something

we put in

the newsletter this year.

I'm such an idiot.

It's not your fault.

I'll be right back,

okay?

This is a nice house.

Thanks.

You've got the entire

third floor to yourself.

Good night.

Abby!

I am so f***ing tired.

What the hell are

you doing here?

I missed you.

I didn't even know

you were in the States.

Nobody tells me

anything.

Sorry for not

calling sooner.

It's been a mad summer.

My dad evaporated?

It's been here

all morning.

Welcome to my

personal hell.

Thanks.

Good morning, sunshine.

Later, Papi.

Jesus, you're

a terrible driver.

Welcome to range life.

Hello?

Hey.

Taryn.

Hey, Abby.

This is my band.

This is Geoff,

this is Nick.

Good to meet you.

- Hi.

Hey, Abby.

It's so good

to see you, Taryn.

You were in Ocean City?

Yeah...

believe it or not.

How did that

happen?

Long story.

Well, I wanna

hear that one.

Abby, how were

the Hamptons?

Fine.

Did you stay with

Mitchell's family?

Yeah, they weren't around

that much, though.

Did you two talk?

Excuse me.

Who's this cat?

Oh, that's Geoff's cat,

be careful.

She's real skittish.

She looks like

a b*tch.

You caught us at

a bad time, Taryn.

I shouldn't

have just shown up.

Oh, sweetie, that's not

what I meant.

You're always

welcome here.

Look at you,

all grown up.

How's your mom?

You know.

I do.

I should call her.

I've just been crazy

and...

I'm gonna get going.

Okay, see ya later.

All right, see ya.

Bye.

So let's just

go slow, okay?

All right.

This is mine.

But I love

that one.

I want it back.

Abby, I made lunch.

I'm not eating.

Well, I made tabouli.

I told you

I wasn't staying.

Taryn, just call me

when you're done.

Well, I can take

Taryn home later.

That would be awkward.

See ya.

All right, here we go,

here we go.

Hike.

Are you okay?

Hike.

Yes... get it,

get it, get it!

Don't hurt him.

Hike.

Your sister's drowned,

Laertes.

Drowned.

O, where?

There is a willow

grows aslant a brook

that shows his hoar leaves

in the glassy stream;

there with fantastic

garlands of...

various flowers

she fell in

the weeping brook.

Her clothes spread wide

and, mermaid-like, awhile,

they bore her up;

which time she chanted

snatches of old tunes,

as one incapable of her

own distress,

or like a creature native

and indued unto that element;

but long it could not be,

'til that her garments,

heavy with their drink,

pulled the poor wretch

from her melodious lay

to muddy death.

How do you even

remember that?

When he turned around

and said he needed

someone with smaller hands,

that's when I fainted.

Right there in the mud and sh*t,

I didn't even notice.

Because you were

busy delivering a lamb

with your small hands.

Never done that before.

You were a pro.

You were

like a cowboy.

Midwife.

Not usually

so difficult.

It was a really

young ewe.

The hard work is getting them

matched up with their mothers,

so they'll be fed, really.

It was a hell of a thing

for city folks to witness.

Your mom cried the whole

night, remember?

Worried it would die.

I cried all night, too.

So... thanks be

to you two.

Taryn, you know

any good Irish toasts?

Northern Irish.

Don't get it

twisted, Dad.

Here's to those

that wish us well,

all the rest can

go to hell.

Amen.

What do you say, Dad?

Shall we grab another bottle

from the cellar?

Okay, Minnow.

You sound like

a bunch of pirates.

F*** you.

It's funny, whenever

we talk about that trip,

nobody ever mentions

the fight

Bill and Kim got into.

Was I around for that?

My dad stopped speaking

for two days,

you didn't notice?

Isn't he

just like that?

My mom said something

at Giant's Causeway

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