Birthday Girl

Birthday Girl. Blow out ya candles

Today you're the queen. Got ya servants at the mantle 

I know you probably got everything on ya list 

I don't have a present for ya, but I got this 

You a strong bull, grabbing life by the horns 

Cuz you a Taurus, the traits you got when you were born 

Blood of the promise land. I could never tell 

Heart of a NY chick, ya accent shows it well 

Small body, yet ya booty gettin plump these days 

I thank ya boyfriend for that, don't care whatchu say 

Even though it's rare when I see you 

We always stay in touch 

Eachother's company is rationed 

But time is appreciated much 

Clutch times. Talkin bout the future 

The roads we have paved 

Over Chicken parm n linguini 

Olive Garden was the wave 

Nothing more than great friends 

Whether we act serious or not 

I say outlandish stuff to make you laugh 

Cuz I like ya smile a lot 

You out there fighting for our country 

Then saving lives at work by day 

Yet we all fighting this war 

Against a chick named Sallie Mae 

But hey, we'll live, we'll survive 

We all just thankful to be alive 

You got the keys with push to start 

So I truly respect ya drive 

Such a great friend to me My parents refer to you as Kennedy 

Bright is ya future I see though Not as bright as your cheeks glow 

On ya face though 

No disrespect though 

You woke up as the queen and you deserve it 

Happy Birthday, hope ya blessings are worth it