He likes to like fuck, have sex or whatever
Not vulgar because he goes about it oh so clever
Words slide from his bottom lip, smooth as velvet
Like "you looking mighty fine, can i please dig your helmet?"
Ronnie preferred the emotional heart-to-heart
But it ain't no thang to do it in complete dark
And that's what got him in the situation he's in
All because of a simple tryst on the weekend
She's calling, looking at the EPT cryin
Barely comprehending the news, you drop the phone sighing
Joining the masses as the posterboy for contraceptive failure
But you can make it work, fuck what they tell ya
What might be a burden will turn into a blessing
Once you get past the introductory stressing
Been through more shit, don't let the talk stop ya
Look everybody, Ronnie's gonna be a poppa.
RONNIE GOTTA BABY BY A CRAZY LADY
REAL LIFE NOW, NO TIME FOR ACTING SHADY
LET MY MOMS KNOW NOW, SHE PROBABLY GON CLOWN
KEEP IT TO MYSELF, SEE WHATS GOIN DOWN
Trimesters keep coming, baby closer to the light
Days are numbered till you staying up all night
To the tune of a baby boy you helped create
Some days itll feel like too much on the plate
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