Birthday Girl

What is it we want to do

Now that I’m allowed to be alone with you

Birthday girl, it’s your birthday.

Wherever you want to go

Now you’re old enough to go and see the

R rated show now, R rated show

Yo she said she was a magazine editor named Janine

backstage in high heels and painted on jeans

probably had the most devious eyes I’d ever seen

told me she was 22, she was only 17

She had something to hide, she snuck in from outside

and got everybody gassed like the car I drive

With all that grown lady ass and her far out vibe

she said she came to see them roots boys fall out live, but listen

You see them girls look good but they brain’s not ready

I talk to a woman her mind is more steady

probably something in the way they designed that’s mo steady

I just let you inside cause the line was so heavy

but I should have known better cause now I feel like America’s

underbelly R Kelly gutter smut peddlers

internet predators chat room irregulars that’s not my twist

you tryin to send me to the therapist miss

Now she talking cheddar cheese grits, stewed tomato, fried fish

cause she heard its my dish trying to be my sidekick

All the people all around thinkin she was my chick

saying damn that girl thick, but she aint no 26!

looking at me like I’m up to something on the funny tip

like I ever really been the one to try to honey drip

It’s your birthday so let me know the gift you wanna get.

In fact, blow out the candles on the cake and make a wish for me

They cant really seem to look away

So they tried asking her to stay

Fake ID you wont get turned away.

You look lovely tonight.

Now your old enough to buy a gun.

So many better ways of having fun.

Right now I can only think of one.

You look lovely tonight.