Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Wear them gold and diamond rings
All them things don..t mean a thing
Chaperones and limousines
Shopping for expensive things
I be on the movie screens
Magazines and bougie scenes
I..m not clean, I..m not pristine
I..m no queen, I..m no machine
I still go to Taco Bell
Drive-through, raw as Hell
I don..t care, I..m still real
No matter how many records I sell
After the show or after the Grammys
I like to go cool out with the family
Sippin.., reminiscing on days when I had a Mustang
And now I..m..