Baby, get ready
A cool van while
I go do something in the block
I want to spend this night with you
Mommy, calm down
Don't get all dressed up, just the shirt, yeah
I want to see how those screens look in my upholstery

Shorty, what's there to do, ma', yeah
What's there to put into the system
I know the day hasn't gone well
But I'm going to make you forget, my queen
You like whiskey, I bring
Ice and paper for the weed
I know the day hasn't gone well
But I'm going to make you forget, my queen

I'm going up the hill, let me eat you
You go down while the baby peeks out
You know the threat with the chrome rims
My baby looks fine, she never looks slutty
But she has an inner devil, that alcohol brings out
To fuck her better, her smell is from Bleecker
The baby smokes, but she smokes like a rasta
If she doesn't roll it, one of her cats does

In the bed, today I'm going to give it to you
I swear that despite everything, you won't forget me

Shorty, what's there to do, ma', yeah
What's there to put into the system
I know the day hasn't gone well
But I'm going to make you forget, my queen
You like whiskey, I bring
Ice and paper for the weed
I know the day hasn't gone well
But I'm going to make you forget, my queen

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