Badu inspired joint

Ooh hey

I’m trying to figure out
Which one I’m gonna cut
I think I’ll choose thick thigh caramel over there

Didn’t you know, didn’t you know
I tried to front but I’m too damn true
Didn’t you know, didn’t you know
Showed her my golden ring and she still swallowed my goo
Didn’t you know, didn’t you know
I knew she was clingy but I hit it anyway
Didn’t you know, didn’t you know
Now she’s call’in my phone every muthafuck’in day

Time to save the world?
Shit, I’m still trying to cut new dimes
So many fuckfaces I still don’t know
So many thick asses to hit from behind
Yes I was born to procreate
Already got three seeds so I keep protection
So after I cum and blow out their backs
I chunk up the deuce and move on to the next one

reflections1

i used to see a lot of smoke and mirrors, staring at myself in the john puff’in traum
those were some lonely days
mind stayed in a haze
not try’in to move, call it ass-laze
now I look back and think, “Damn, that was the time that a negro should have been push’in
to make a way for the fam.” but i was too caught up in kush’in
WHAT THE FUC%?, GO#D@MN!
so now i am where i am
but in a way it was all necessary
the old folks used to say, “Sometimes the harder the land the sweeter the berry.”