My Baby

Can’t see me cry 

Nah, my baby always dries my eyes

Won’t let me think of another guy 

He takes up too much space 

He tells me he loves me 

Kisses me all over my face 

All over the place, she takes me 

My heart is the oven that bakes me 

Keep it 350 degrees

Calm, cool

& collected it seems 

I want them to see me shine 

I want him to see me gleam 

To buy me nice, pretty things 

Adorn me with silver rings 

My baby is patient with my thoughts 

Understands that I’m thorough 

My baby gives it all they’ve got 

That’s my baby, don’t you know?!

She tells everyone, always 

He’s super proud of me

They wear amazing outfits 

Is always proud when we’re seen 

I’m intense, (in) tense, in tense  

My baby gets these things 

Let me know if ya find him! 

I haven’t and that stings

Mending all these traits together 

Can I envision my lad? 

Can I conquer my sad? 

Will my baby give that back? 

I guess… I don’t know 

I’m just wondering that