My words are like a ziptie with a plastic edge
It'll tie you to my bed
Whether your 8 9 or 10

My mom said she doesn't want me getting a job because she's worried I'd get an injury from pushing carts. Like okay bitch? You ain't giving me money to support my children (transformers).

I'm gonna go fill out resume and get a bank account opened tomorrow hopefully. Gotta really drill it in her head to help me with that.!