My mom told me to wrap the Christmas presents.
“This isn’t a quote.. I just feel like writing MAYNE ; And Im on a computer so Im typing MAYNE, I sleep in my mommas room, when it’s lighting MAYNE, and I don’t what to say, Im not lying MAYNE. lmfao Anyway doe * Flips weave * Ew, I don’t have weave.. I just needed that ghetto feel, you know? :D … well. I gotta go. I’ll be back later. Fa ’ Sho? Fa sho.” —Your mom, once again.
“You can love me, you can hate me, before you judge me, just let me be me.” —Your mom.