Full Swagger
It’s 8:03AM. I already made J’s breakfast and reassumed my position in the bed. Mornings are tough for me, people. J’s in the closet, and I’m telling him about a book I just bought.
My sister’s co-worker wrote a book. It was only 99 cents s–
J pops out of the closet with full swagger.
But shit, it was ninety-nine cents! (Bag it)
Coppin’ it, washin’ it, ’bout to go and get some compliments
Passin’ up on those moccasins someone else’s been walkin’ in
That’s my husband, y’all.
