And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes
Revealing universes and habitats unknown to the oldest of souls,
The mainstream is selling out, giving their bodies and souls,
And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes
Okay you dancing drinking on your last one
That they've sold their souls* to satan
My souls pressured to settle for so lesser
I never use a fork i always spoon her
Two for ten, after dark
Yeah, see, breaking up is hard
I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close
I see so many familiar faces, amongst these damned souls,
Track 13.) 2 cups freestyle (2 cups)
Our girls is the models
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