Dinner Time

It's the nothin' but love kinda way, yeah, yeah
We got nothin' but love, she been fuckin' with thugs
She been doin' some thangs that make her mama depressed
She been fuckin' with fire, she been lucky to find a dude who is good to her

But she said no, cause he would get tired when he was shippin' a DR
He get tight when he see her, runnin' round with some dudes, he be like
Baby, I been here, where the fuck have you been
Baby, I been goin' mental, I been actin' like yay, lately I been crashin' rental

He wanna walk out, but she wanna run, so they bringin' a block out
So she can have fun, it ain't nothin' to flash, all the fancy shit he brings
But instead he keeps it real with this shit when he sings
I don't want anyone messin' with my, my, my, my, my dinner time

Look, I just found the answer in the back of the book
Little buddying and studying and that's what it took
When the gavel bangs, better hope you get a good look
At the judge, cause the judge don't give a fuck about you

Give a damn about your pain when it's pain when it's due
Nothin' personal, but that's just how it goes when you put
Another man in charge, a judge and another man, they both lose
It's a quirk of human nature that that man will get shook

By the prospect of that other man just throwin' that book
At his face, and if his face is in some tears like a brook
Even better, throw a line and put that crook on a hook
Light a flame and get cooked

Small mind, small mind, small mind, small blind, big blind, big bet, big time
Fuck a crooked judge three times, throw it up like a peace sign
I'm not guilty, bitch, I went rogue like a Nissan
I don't want anyone messin' with my, my, my, my, my dinner time

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Writer(s): Joseph Resnek
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