Grit came together and rocked it.
Who woulda thought it,
make floors from rock and grit - no need to mop it.
Pit here and a pit there,
wife’s peach missing hair,
girlfriend’s hair, you stare, while walking stairs behind her derriere.
pitstop in hallway chair, next day, wife finds girlfriend’s hair.
Not fair, Wife doesn’t share, no longer peachy - she posts your pitted affair
Wife gives no pity, marriage bout to get gritty,
she’s taken the house, along with the kitty.
You movin’ to another city, single life, clubs all night, becoming the new P.Diddy…