Love Ain't Right

Mean Ass

Ray-so we keeping the baby?

You-probably

Ray-ohkay I guess

You-what?

Ray-I really need to tell your dad

You-so you can die? no thanks I need you

Ray-I'm not gonna die baby

You-sure my dad will fucking murder you and get away with it and you know it

Ray-I'm Tryna man up

You-man up and go make me a sandwich

Ray-what kind?

You-peanut butter and banana

Ray-you're weird bro

You-blah

Ray-(gets up)

You-hurry up your child is hungry

Ray-ohkay shit (going downstairs)

R.M-you were looking for me

Ray-uh never mind (making the sandwich)

R.M-you hate peanut butter

Ray-change my taste (finishing grabbing two bottles of water)

R.M-thirsty

Ray-better than vodka, love you ma (kissing her cheek going back to your room)

You-(in the bathroom)

Ray-aye

You-(running water)

Ray-(goes in the bathroom and rubs your back)

You-I hate you

Ray-sorry

You-where is my sandwich? (brushing your teeth)

Ray-your nightstand

You-guess what you're doing tonight?

Ray-(smiles)

You-cuddling, take your ass in there now

Ray-so mean

You-yup

Ray-(lies on your bed)