If we ain't fucking for the moment then we doin' nothing
As they lay in blood stained bedding throw a punch to make your head swing
Not living in the stars with an angel in your bedding,
When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing
You the party baby i'm just the guest list
No more bedding chicks from plenty of fish, i think
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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