Cray Cray Z

We are here in honeymoon

Other lovers swoon

Under this full moon

Fire light faces

Bright smiles

Embraces

Here in foreign places

Not a trace

Of home

No kids no stress no strife

Just a happy husband

With his little wife

Blokes stoke cigars

Smoke drifts afar

As we women sit hip to hip wishing on stars

Up in the night

Where’s my light?

They search for their own bright

Eyes empty and dark

Looking stark (but not like Tony)

I feel so phony and alone

Although you’re near

You don’t hear

My longing groan

I should’ve known

You’re not The One

What happened to all our fun?

Now we just fuck to come.

 

I gotta make some waves

Bust outta this cave

Never to behave again

No more a slave to save

You

Or save us (crash this bus)

I own my own crave

Can’t dig my own grave

Just yet

Before I flee, before this kills me

I got to gotta be

A little bit Cray Cray Z

 

Football on loud TV screens

Screaming men in colors for teams

Got passion for The Game

But they don’t know wives’ middle name

No shame

To lose or win (feelin’ like Anne Boleyn)

Don’t pull the pin or take a spin

‘Cause it’s a sin

To miss a Sunday

Or Monday

Or Thurs

While she’s on the sideline waiting for hers

 

I see this room gunna Boom

These flowers gotta bloom

Fuck this doom and groom

My womb is done

I want my fun

Before you run, pop off your gun

Take some care of number one

Before this kills you and me

We mamas got to be

A little bit Cray Cray Z

 

You don’t have to see

Me be bustin all day in day out

Without a doubt

To live

I give a gift to me

Cause honey I need to be

A little bit Cray Cray Z

 

Midnight slip and skinny dip

Strip off my clothes

You gunna flip

Out

I’m not there by your side

And honey

My lips ain’t open wide

For your dick (You’re slick)

I’m screaming up at the sky

Flying away up high

Swimming by and by

The ebb and flow of this tide

This yearning and burning ain’t pride

Pushing to pull from inside

We worlds apart

yet side by side

 

My man got his thing

Now I got mine

I keepin your ring

And learnin to sing

In my time

That’s my lifeline

I’m not a halftime

I’m the whole show

Growin to know how to glow

And flowing to be

A whole lotta Cray Cray Z

 

 

*Hi Mom! Don’t worry, this is not about my husband and me. It’s what I witnessed when he and I went to that incredibly romantic, all-inclusive Bahamian resort. I had a great time, but other women did not look so happy, so this is for them.

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