Sick of merry christmas Find myself on my knees She ain't exactly my kind you know But i always aim to please Shouting it out like a rooster Acting out like newlyweds Funny thing though Already then I knew that i've lost my head But it's my occupation It's my soul purpose in life Being her favourite lover But she ain't never gonna be my wife My mom was always a sceptic She says i've seen this before You ought to slow it down my son I ain't even sure that a woman is what you looking for And your head is still fragile From the first one swinging arms So what you think is gonna happen The seventh time won't be the charm But it's your occupation It is your soul purpose in life Being the favourite lover But she ain't never gonna be your wife I used to live on top of the city Garden view, everything She wants to take over her daddys farm Furfill her new age identity thing My house is only hours On sale to pay her daddy's overdraw Now I live way outside the city But I need a father-in-law But it's my occupation It is my soul purpose in life Being her favourite lover But she ain't never gonna be my wife You girl Are you always so careless and free Yeah you girl Did you never lose sight of what life was supposed to be But it's my occupation My soul purpose in life Being the favourite lover But she ain't never gonna be my wife In the land of milking honey I do my walk abide Oh