Pick a petal, you love me. Pick two you love me anyway

And if she say she don’t then i probably hit it anyway

If I can hit it then, now I can hit it any day

and if she buggin off what I said, then just imagine what I didn’t say

 I’m looking at the newest one and she remind me of my last wife

Word to father, I’m pretty sure I had her in my last life

Or is it the one before that? It’s become so hard to tell

 She asked if I could do it. I tell her I do it well

She took it and ran with it afta I layed it down the cleanest

Now everything is irrelevant if it doesn’t involve a penis

It seems now a days thats how I keep her around

Because if she not gettin satisfied she refuses to hold me down

I was looking for the spot once and I lost my aim

So the next morning she said the she had lost my name

She took my pride away and threw it on the top shelf

I offered her my T-shirt and she said I can kick it by my damn self

I hate that every time I dick her down she wants to be my wifey

And when I’m feeling tired she never right beside me

She use to hold my hand and include me in the photos

 Tell me i was perfect and dry clean all my polos

Now its either damn Donny you gettin ridiculous

Or damn Donny you right up on my clitoris

But I can’t do that anymore considering my sperm count

I’m steady sweating pills while she want me to take her perm out

She tell me give her the stick while I try to pull my twig away

 Because everything is tender and the skin mite start to break today

She take me for a joke, then she say I was lyin

I back off to a corner, then I started my cryin

My mind told to me to run while my heart said to fight back

 Now I’m in the hospital holding on to my ice pack

I got creams to help heal and provide some lubrication

Once upon a time I could’ve been on some masturbation

To some out there I’m a hero and throw me all these medals

 I’d be better off if I stay away from the fuckin petals