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And some days you won’t fly, you think about the girl that just walked past on by. She laughed at you and said your scrub and that’s my girl. I’m telling you how much she’s talking to me. She keeps talking shit. I’m telling you something right now that’s my girl baby girl always talking down. I’ll meet you know that time of Grandma. She gets a little mean. She turns into Big Booty grump so today I’m gonna go out and ride my bike going through the curbs in the streets tonight and blowing through my hair and I don’t care papa bear baby over there me and my dog really just chilling here detailing cars. We do it all year Sometimes I sleep in the garage. It’s not a problem, but if I crawl into bed a little late that becomes a problem she’ll start yelling at me. She’ll start throwing things at my head. I tried to reason with her, but I just walk out instead she gets mad and says my name oh damn what the hell is wrong with you? It’s quarter after two and I say, baby I’m just coming to bed Trying to sleep and rest my iPad why? Why is it so lay down in my bed so I really go look at the bike and lay down next to her and go in the garage. That’s what men do go under the garage and trying to get away but as women get older and they start telling us to go I still remember when Why don’t you go to that garage and take a nap? I never could understand why Grammy was so mean now I get it man just belong in between. We’re only there to make the bed and clean the house and fix running around the yard while the dogs are breaking up sticks making a mess and they’re twirling around all those men getting it down we just want to love, but we go to the ground. We go to the garage. We look at our cars, cars, cars, cars What a man’s supposed to do when they keep on working through Sundays were supposed to be fun days they turned into under the hood maybe some days Hyundai don’t get me started on fishing. We all like their fishing I heard oh that’s my girl.Bitching