My 2 Cents

My daughter look up at me calmly and say you look ugly

But with that smile on her face, it only show she love me

Yea she play too much, I wonder where she get it from

Now she think she grown talking back, she need to watch her tongue

Her moms blow it off token wit her iron lung

She can sleep all day then wake n bake to a dying sun

She like a vampire how that girl be draining me

High times magazine model, hippie panty free

Walking in the summer time heat like a nasty freak

I say too much when I speak, I guess you call it blasphemy

Now I guess she mad at me, yea that mean no ass for me

On the track like a ball hog, I can't pass the beat