Christ, why you picking up your phone
I only called you 'cause I
She tell me he gon' flip me like he
flip his cousins back South
But she don't know that I went
from cunt to dick early this month
I hate it when crater face creator
Come to me in my wet dreams
and try to tell me to give face
I met a ho back home talking
soliloquy's, made of silicone
she was like a rake in his lap
When you leave me I need to go take
pretzels and a pound of a clit
Just to leave me this way
I'm still a hot topic on the
Currency favourite these days
She think I'm current 'cause
they call me a contemporary slug
The kind that leave no trace, remorse
Go down with my shirt buttoned up
I don't lean on you, you lean on me, I'm skinny,
Site specific to my picnic,
fork and knife when I get thicket
But you wouldn't know that 'cause
we ain't gon' through that
Canadian school girl land act,
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Let me put my hands on your knees,
Hands on your knees, Angelina Jolie
Lemme put my hands on your knees,
Do a fat criss cross in the
slew of medium sized businesses
Get my eyes on the candidates
Set a good president in my school girl tribe
We hang from trees like we
With an orange wedge smile
Now you bird watchers wonder