Feels good like a long whole summer
Late comer he's a late comer
My mind is a bad mother$#&@er

He can bring it bring it all day long
All over my [?]
Nobody will get to see

That he's gonna spend his life with me
You can't have him
No way he's [?] in ladies

I don't mean his babies
Look at my ring
He's going nowhere till this fat lady sings


And when I see his face
I feel like I could win the race

And when he calls when he calls my name
I know we're in the long game
And when I lad him fall

I couldn't ask him anymore
I wouldn't send I wouldn't send him back
He want me game certain match


My lover my lover
Shoes and [?] like he's Maradona

Undercover
Under the covers my mind is a bad mother$#&@e