FANTA

Growing up they waited on us to finally just come to our senses

Growing up I listened to Mac and Rashad instead of my parents

And I was neither here nor there I checked out when they tried to co-parent

I just wasn't coherent didn't wanna hear it

Feelin alone riding on chrome whipping Santana

I mixed the syrup in the spaghetti and they put it all in the Fanta

Who rides who dies trust me I know the the selection is random

Ma trying to manage and heal from collateral damage that she experienced from men

Pouring her heart on the granite won't take it granite it made me the man that I am

Most say they can understand

I doubt that you can