Damn.
I * my aunt.
Can't believe I * my aunt.
I * my aunt, y'all.
I was 13, skinny, little freckle-faced kid.
Growing up in the country felt like doing a bid.
But the summers were my favorite when we swam in the lake.
Trips to the city, what a magical place.
First baseball game, man, I'll never forget.
Crack of jacks,
bleach of seats,
and the crack of the bat.
My friend Tim called a ball,
but he gave it to me.
Five years later, I * my aunt.
Damn.
I * my aunt.
I can't believe that I * my aunt.
Man, I really * my aunt.
* my aunt, y'all.
Rainstorms always give me the blues.
Worst one in ten years on the evening news.
She rode her bike over cause the streets was closed.
My aunt standing there in soaking wet clothes.
Open some wine and laugh like kids.
She told me funny things that her and my mom did.
But then my uncle called and she had to go.
And 12 years later, I * her sister.
Damn.
I * my aunt.
Can you believe that I * my aunt?
Man, I guess I * my aunt.
I
* my aunt, y'all.
It was my 18th birthday, the world was still
new.
My parents threw me a party as parents will do.
My uncle's wife gave me a bunny
gift.
It was an ant farm.
Man, she was a trip.
Later that night, I was up in my room.
I watched
as the small ant community bloomed.
So simple yet so complex.
I contemplated my own life
and wondered what would come next.
I took out my favorite ant and crushed it with my
dick.
And also, I * my aunt.
Damn.
I * my aunt.
And I * my aunt.
Man,
we * our aunts.
We * our aunts, y'all.
Oh, I can't believe it.
They * their aunts.
I mean, I * my aunt too.
But you don't see me making songs about it.
Although we technically didn't have sex.
Just some above the clothes though.
And some under the clothes though.
I mean, what is sex really?
Is it just penetration?
Or do you have to finish?
Because I finished.
Damn.
I * my aunt, y'all.