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.

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