Audacity Tyshay McCoy aka Barbie Hussle 2026
I don't know where I got the audacity to open my mouth and tell any of you motherfuckers that I loved you. Look at how y'all move. Y'all had no problem accepting my money while watching me struggle. I poured my heart out, and instead of hearing my pain, you studied it to figure out how you could use it for your own benefit. Look at my car. Look at my situation. I kept giving y'all my money, hoping somehow it would help you help me, help us. Instead, you took it, asked for more, then turned around and talked down to me like I was some broke, worthless bitch—after I was the one putting money in your hands. That's the part I'll never understand. Loyalty was never cheap to me, but apparently respect was too expensive for y'all to give back."Next Time" He came back... And for a second, I thought maybe this time would be different. Maybe love finally found its way home. But I've learned something about myself. Next time I put you out, I'm gonna make sure I can live without you. Not because I stopped loving you, but because I finally started loving me. I'm tired of confusing loyalty with suffering. Tired of carrying two people while barely standing myself. Tired of begging for the bare minimum when I deserve consistency, respect, and peace. See, love isn't supposed to leave me empty. It isn't supposed to cost me my confidence, my smile, or my sanity. So next time... I'm gonna have my heart ready. My mind ready. My pockets ready. My future ready. Because when I close that door, I don't want loneliness talking me into opening it again. I'll cry if I need to. I'll heal if I have to. I'll stand alone until God sends what's meant for me. I'm not giving up on love. I'm giving up on settling. The next time I say goodbye... it won't be out of anger. It'll be because I finally believe that my peace is worth more than my fear of being alone. And if you come back again, you might find the woman you left. But you won't find the woman who keeps abandoning herself just to keep somebody else. I'm done confusing people who use me with people who love me.
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I don't know where I got the audacity to open my mouth and tell any of you motherfuckers that I loved you. Look at how y'all move. Y'all had no problem accepting my money while watching me struggle. I poured my heart out, and instead of hearing my pain, you studied it to figure out how you could use it for your own benefit. Look at my car. Look at my situation. I kept giving y'all my money, hoping somehow it would help you help me, help us. Instead, you took it, asked for more, then turned around and talked down to me like I was some broke, worthless bitch—after I was the one putting money in your hands. That's the part I'll never understand. Loyalty was never cheap to me, but apparently respect was too expensive for y'all to give back."Next Time" He came back... And for a second, I thought maybe this time would be different. Maybe love finally found its way home. But I've learned something about myself. Next time I put you out, I'm gonna make sure I can live without you. Not because I stopped loving you, but because I finally started loving me. I'm tired of confusing loyalty with suffering. Tired of carrying two people while barely standing myself. Tired of begging for the bare minimum when I deserve consistency, respect, and peace. See, love isn't supposed to leave me empty. It isn't supposed to cost me my confidence, my smile, or my sanity. So next time... I'm gonna have my heart ready. My mind ready. My pockets ready. My future ready. Because when I close that door, I don't want loneliness talking me into opening it again. I'll cry if I need to. I'll heal if I have to. I'll stand alone until God sends what's meant for me. I'm not giving up on love. I'm giving up on settling. The next time I say goodbye... it won't be out of anger. It'll be because I finally believe that my peace is worth more than my fear of being alone. And if you come back again, you might find the woman you left. But you won't find the woman who keeps abandoning herself just to keep somebody else. I'm done confusing people who use me with people who love me.