Stalling cars and men that fartPermanent red lights in a zone with no district
Mary J told me no more drama
Better know your friends or else you will get burned
Gravy stains and steamed vegetables
Rotten to the core
He makes me laugh, those funny dance moves
And I saw him, the other him
The one that makes me sick
Well, kind of
Those eyebrows
But I keep thinking about him
Lol
Walked out when we came
Am I going insane
Mess all over the floor and no time
No shame
Hijabi hoes
And hoes that are bros
The 5-0 are after us
Shit, better swap seats
Pass me my shoes
Walked home in tights
Family drama
Family fights
Family games
Constant worry, constant pain
Texting a brother from my bed
He sits downstairs instead
This is how it’s always been
No closeness
No love
Nah there is love
Just not the kind we show
Hey ho, hey ho
Off to work we go.
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