I Slept With Your Mom

Met her at the store, aisle four holdin’ cheese,

She smiled, said my vibe cooler than a breeze.

Gave her digits, told me hit her if I'm free,

Next thing I know, she's sippin' wine with some brie.

Pulled up to the crib, picture frames on the wall,

Your baby pics present at the family hall.

She said "ignore the past," closed curtains on the call,

Turned Netflix off—I became the star of it all.

I slept with your mom, yeah I stayed real calm,

Cooked eggs in the mornin’, wore her silk charm.

You call her 'Mama,' but she called me an alarm,

Ringin’ loud through the night, with that dope farm.

Your team jersey hangin’, all framed in her den,

Said you’d be home late—"You’ll tell him then?"

She laughed, poured Mezcal; we toasted to sin,

Conversations got deep, lips started to spin.

Chandeliers shook when the truth got laid,

Your mom a Picasso, perfected every shade.

She pulled out the records, classics we replayed,

By dawn washed my shirt—the night hadn’t frayed.

Hey, no hard feelings, you know how it goes,

Love's a game, man, full of highs and lows.

It don’t mean I’m your daddy or your tag on my clothes,

She just pulled me closer while the evening froze.