I'm Changing Baby, I Promise

Changing my daughters diaper, I'm always in the shit Thinking about the grave I'm going to dig is someone calls her a bitch Flip a brick, stack it up Talk that shit, back it up Heavy weight, Ali Baba Smashing records, like pinatas Fast forward to the fact change, about a past thang Wrapped around your finger like a class ring, harassing Putting pressure now we gasping, from unmasking Cranberries let it linger passing, voices rasping Milk and honey while i figure this out Silk and Money done slithered out God I'm lucky we never fizzled out Go and ask me what I'm about Like a crack addict, I'm back at it So I'm a have at it, cuz i know you have had it So i keep at it, Put me in the casket Call me a bastard, have a stab at it This Cuban skin, Don't lack passion I need to listen, add a caption Need to change, Michael Jackson Fore' you put me past tense Or on the mattress Forgiving would last, at least to a new past tense I'm basking, I'm acting Like i haven't, been masking Or trapping you up in this blanket In the sabana, amor en la sabana If Hip Hop has a black patent This half Latin will repackage Sell it to Hispanics out my trunk In front of Chuck Wagon My motive love, you be Jasmine F*ck on a rug, I'm Aladdin Your satisfaction My attraction Your muscle spasms While I'm spanking You high ranking, you high fashion Good Lord give me action Invading you like Anglo Saxons Unbreak your heart Toni Braxton Changing my habits, Changing my hobbies Changing my friends, F*ck the camaraderie Changing the change, I'm done saying sorry Changing from Mary,Changing from Molly Leaving the folly,Leaving the party Leaving the Warth, In a Ferrari I'm creating the art, Asap Bari Creating the change, Unlike my Padre And i feel myself changing... And i feel myself changing... These Lucy's loosely based on losing a bruised gooney To the coke game now crack these motherfucking fuming Gone baby gone like any form of inhibition, I turn it into ambition Just listen, TO WITNESS David Joseph's dispositions when he makes tracks glisten I'm pissing on you bastards, that have got my style backwards You milky motherfucker im god damned lactose Back to the backbone you wish you fucking had Nicknamed porta potty cuz you full of crap Should of named you ed hardy you a fad Your flow too slow suffering from a lag Brown paper bag Filled with a mickeys homie And I feel myself changing...