BUDGET ROMANCE
Deadfolk Prophet
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Yeah
I got one ride-or-die left
Five fingers
No custody battle
Let's go
I ain't textin no more, I ain't chasin no tail
I got peace in the house and a hand on the rail
Got a bong on the counter and a dip in my lip
Ain't nobody diggin through my drawers and shit
No mood swings, no fight, no "who is that"
No drunk-ass drama and a tire gone flat
No cryptic posts and no fake goodbyes
Just me in the dark with a look in my eyes
She don't slam doors, she don't call me broke
She don't bring baggage and emotional smoke
She know my schedule, she know my style
She show up ready and she stay a while
I call her Mary with the magic wrist
Little blue-collar angel with a criminal grip
She don't want dinner, she don't need dates
Just lotion, privacy, and a locked front gate
I can't tell her no
Hell no I can't
When the night gets low and I need that hand
No lip gloss lies, no crazy-ass plan
Just me and my baby named Mary Ann
I can't tell her no
Not one damn bit
She don't take my money and she don't throw fits
No stress, no mess, no pickin my shit
Just five good fingers and a real tight grip
I used to chase women, what a dumb-ass sport
All that perfume warfare and them feelings in court
One minute you're king, next minute you're trash
Now she sellin your hoodie and keyin your dash
Nah, I retired with honors from the heartbreak league
Now it's hand-made love and some sweet relief
No "where you at"
No "who's that girl"
Just a quiet little date with the loneliest world
And yeah it's absurd but I call that growth
Some men find peace, I found dry-spell hope
Found self-care lookin ugly as sin
With a devil may care smile and a chapped right hand
She ain't in my ear with a problem list
Ain't stalkin my likes like a private dick
Ain't askin for closure, ain't cryin in the sink
She just gets straight to the point, god bless that kink
No alibi
No fake romance
No broken heart in my underpants
Just one locked door and a sinful plan
And the best damn woman is attached to my hand
I can't tell her no
Hell no I can't
When the night gets low and I need that hand
No lip gloss lies, no crazy-ass plan
Just me and my baby named Mary Ann
I can't tell her no
Not one damn bit
She don't take my money and she don't throw fits
No stress, no mess, no pickin my shit
Just five good fingers and a real tight grip
I got a left-hand legend and a right-hand freak
Both know exactly how to put me to sleep
No wedding bells, no diamond ring
Just knuckles, hustle, and a damn good thing
I ain't sayin love is dead, I'm just takin a break
From the type of sweet smile that comes with a rake
Too many times I got cooked by charm
Now I keep my joy right under my arm
This ain't sad, bitch, this efficiency
This is solo outlaw domesticity
This is budget romance with no child support
This is backwoods therapy of the highest sort
I got candles lit and the playlist wrong
Little Alice In Chains with a country song
Little grunge, little funk, little filth, little doom
And one trusted gal in a one-man room
She know my secrets
She know my shame
She know exactly how to work that thing
No judge, no jury, no awkward goodbye
Just a hand-made hallelujah on a Saturday night
And if love is blind then lust got aim
Cause she find that target like a hall-of-fame
Ain't no church, ain't no tux, ain't no matching bands
Just me and salvation in my own two hands
I can't tell her no
Hell no I can't
When the night gets low and I need that hand
No lip gloss lies, no crazy-ass plan
Just me and my baby named Mary Ann
I can't tell her no
Not one damn bit
She don't take my money and she don't throw fits
No stress, no mess, no pickin my shit
Just five good fingers and a real tight grip
I can't tell her no
And that's the truth
She kept me sane when the women got loose
So if you hear me laugh when I'm all alone
Mind your damn business, I'm already home
Yeah
Go diggin, bitches
I got all I need
And she already lives here