A dancing baby, a laughing tree
I should blame you for behaving badly, parking outside a sharia court
We smoked weed and ducked when we heard the blaring of a siren.
You fucked me from behind
At the back of your car, we smoked some more
I ate chips and ketchup, offering you chicken wings
You talked about Mecca, you are not even a praying Muslim.
Trying to tell me what money means in Arabic, Mother and Father in Spanish.
I am not paying attention, I am wearing my clothes so I can go home, my mother has been calling and I have been lying about my location.