Mama thinks am fine

My shirt wet with scent
My faded jeans get lower
My buckles get funky
And my bills are on roar

My 'T' gets lip mark
My outings are now more clear
With one on mall, one on movies
Am become more bull then a bear

24/7 my cell busy
24/7 my ride gear
With pillion girl on my back
My pockets get regular stir

Still my Mama thinks am single
Still she thinks am fine
But let someone tell her
These girls made me as weighty as dime