Sometimes kitchen work becomes monotonous so I often sing to combat the monotony. Today one of my coworkers asked me "Do you need a pan?"
To which I sung, "I got a pan," like Positive K.
She looked at me blankly so I continued, "What's your man got to do with me? I got a man. I'm not trying hear that see?"
Still no clue, "Kelly are you channeling Emenem?"
*Sigh*
Aiyyo sweetie, you're lookin kinda pretty
What's a girl like you, doin in this rough city
I'm just here, tryin to hold my own ground
Yeah, I think I like how that sound
What you say we gets to know each other better?
That sounds good but I don't think that I can let ya
I don't know, tell me is it so
Do you get a kick, out of tellin brothers no?
No it's not that see you don't understand
How should I put it, I got a man
What's your man got to do with me?
I told ya
I'm not tryin to hear that see
I'm not one of those girls that go rippin around
I'm not a dog baby, so don't play me like a clown
I'll admit, I like how you kick it
Now you're talkin baby, dats da ticket
Now don't get excited and chuck your own in
I already told ya, I got a man
What's your man got to do with me?
I got a man
I'm not tryin to hear that see
I got a man
What's your man got to do with me?
I got a man
I'm not tryin to hear that
