“Fat’s Lament”
Look at you skinny
Got me wide open and hot like a pot uv grits
Now I’m getting served
Bubbling brown hot dog sticks
Too many
I ain’t got enough holes
They all won’t fit; don’t make me choose
dumb decisions; I ain’t used to this
abuse is bliss
is this what dem thin bitches be complainin’ about
count me in; let em out
pass the cuties but save the cooties
wink at the married ones cuz they smoking guns
ready to burst, pop, spaz at any second
shawty swang my way, I’ll be ur 2nd blessing
dumb decisions
I’m rolling my 3rd blunt; all thanks to my cuteness
Yeah, I’m loose and I think I’m losin.
I ain’t used to this
Fullness; all wrapped up in his arms
Don’t mind if he’s an alcoholic cuz
He, he be my daddy
remind me of my daddy
That’s a shame; rolling blunts with my daddy
Sexing up his frame
Drowning in a spa full of cold water
Posin for a pic that’s gone take me under
I swear I’ll let him go if you promise to love me
When he leaves
Wither up and get off of me; I gotta go to school
Big ambitions and a lot of talk
But dem mens make me fall
I asked God to send me a sign
I’m layin on my back just taking it
I wish she’d call
I swear I’ll pick up and suck the milk from her breasts
Even share my eggs cuz motherhood I missed.
Now skinny has got me wide open
Legs stretched and I’m hoping
Something good will come out of this
Whipped cream rushing
All this like has got me blushing
And I laugh; cuz all this like is something I ain’t never had . . .
