re•lease verb 1. allow or enable to escape from confinement; set free. noun 2. the action of making a movie, recording, or other product available for general viewing or purchase. I debated releasing this record. Not because I dislike it. Not because it doesn't mean a lot to me. I just feel like it's something that I've been struggling to find peace with and when I listen to it I'm reminded of exactly how I felt during that time. But maybe that's exactly what a release is meant to be. Releasing all of the pain and trauma and finally finding peace with it. Moving forward. Lately I've felt like a shell of myself. Dwelling in the ashes of a house that I desperately tried to keep from burning down. And it's not who or where I want to be anymore. I want to get back to myself. I've missed me. So I'm doing something that I love again: releasing. To anyone who listens, collects, shares, etc. thank you. Thank you for the grace you all have given me as I find my way back to myself. Thank you for loving and supporting me. Thank you for allowing me to just be me. All love, always. - MRH --- [Lyrics] Um, look... I used to love you But you not my bitch I don't know how I thought things would end But it was not like this I might call ya moms Tell her her daughter wylin' Put money on your fiancé Hey, I'm with all the violence My mama know you full of shit My daddy know you full of shit My grannies, they dead But they watching They know you full of shit My sons, they young But they gone know one day you full of shit Man you know that you full of shit So tell ‘em, yes All about the promises that you broke to make me be the jealous ex Man, I don’t care who you fuck You cappin' That’s ego, you acting You a narcissist I wasn’t gone say nothing But ok, if, y’all insist I got a story, it’s boring, follow, along with this... Girl and boy uproot Not for the love, for the loot With two young boys, so cute Cross state lines oh shoot Two weeks in, girl has new boy Oh boy, no truth Girl says she just met new boy And again, no truth Then girl says, wait, move back? No deal, no proof And, once again... no truth Girl tells boy, this here is complicated And boy is the complication But hey... Feel free to leave, feel free to stay Just don’t feel obligated Now... Just to clarify I, never cared if she Cared if I Stayed or left But I knew if I stayed, I'm stuck I was terrified... And by this stage I was too lost to be enraged Me and my dog in a Uhaul You off somewhere getting engaged To a nigga that you just met Ooh how responsible And he got two kids now that’s on you Ooh how responsible You passed all your trauma to our sons Ooh how responsible Telling them that I left, but you left out that you responsible You said you the victim That was not the truth Said it’s all with good intention That was not the truth You called me a liar That was not the truth But I’ll call you a liar Cause I got the proof --- I said I'm not the crazy ex, but I lied Bitch, open up your door, I'm outside You hurt my feelings, hurt my ego, hurt my pride So tell that nigga that you with I'm finna slide I had a dream last night you both died I woke up laughing so hard that I cried My mama said to brush it to the side Well, sorry mama, I tried I don’t do this a lot But I do it a lot with you You know The things my therapist telling me not to do This nigga don’t know this bitch Talking 'bout be nice What I’m paying a quarter G hourly price For G rated advice? I could get a Glock for cheaper than that Get a nigga knocked for cheaper than that I could do 4 to keep it a stack But let me chill... I know it sound a bit extreme, but it’s how I feel Next time, don’t tell a real nigga to keep it real. I hope my sons watching I hope my granny watching I hope the judge watching I hope that nigga that you claiming that you love watching I hope he know I got a Glock nigga fuck boxing I hope you up watching You always liked Netflix You should love watching You should binge watch it, never get enough watching I hope that you lose the remote and so you stuck watching Matter fact, just listen up Fuck watching I said I'm not the crazy ex, but I lied Bitch, open up your door, I'm outside You hurt my feelings, hurt my ego, hurt my pride So tell that nigga that you with I'm finna slide I had a dream last night you both died I woke up laughing so hard that I cried My mama said to brush it to the side Well, sorry mama, I tried