Mos Def's Ms. Fat Booty comes on
while I am writing in the cut
on my phone for work,
but my head starts bouncing
and my words start changing
to poetry, comedy and hip-hop magic,
so I get up and dance with the first
beautiful villain woman I can find,
her hand on my neck, mine on her hip,
but just one because I don't know her soul,
and this one only deserves one,
because she ain't the one or the one
I just left loving in Wyoming with damages
and a giant unpaid hotel room tab,
so here we go and no one knows where it will go except us,
and it's probably apartment complex parking lot sex,
because I am lazy and my heart is distrax,
but life is dumb and fun and full of...
certain songs that get ya going like 1996.