On the Marta, on the Marta
On the Marta, on the Marta
My son met yo daughter
He was scrolling on his phone, then he looked up and caught her
Smiling at him, they started talking on the Marta
She said she was hungry
Should he take her out to eat?
Yeah, I think he oughta
So they got off the Marta
She wanted grits, eggs and bacon
So that’s what he bought her
Put cheese on yo grits was what he taught her
It didn’t cost much, only an extra quarter
And as for a drink, well, she only wanted water
After their meal, they got back on the Marta
As far as them dating, it didn’t go any farther
But that’s how they spent their day on the Marta, lol
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