Lights On
Well here I am you all called me so late
Wait on the porch
Man I have another date
Hold up do not leave they are coming to the door
Close your eyes
Man I smell a lot of smoke
Is that barbecue they cooking and more
Surprise it’s your celebration old silly man
You deserve it
Well put the mike in my hand
I am ready to turn up for real
Back aching like a worker on a mill
Cutting down trees for twenty four hours
I might smell like musk, I didn’t take a shower
No man that’s okay you always smell bad
What dude
I am just playing and turned rolled with laughed
Its party time and the guest have arrived
Pop the bottles hit the music let’s get up and jive
Fast smooth to the beat of the rhythm
Its party time get'em
Let’s get up and fall deep
When this party is over I am getting me some sleep
Copyright © Goddess Queen Yahudah | Year Posted 2016
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