So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation
By the way, hotel room number 218, yup that's the place i fucked his mum in
And getting songs signed by minors
Let's enjoy our younger years
Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, wolf gang
Picking food out the trash while your mum is fucking a hobo next to the trash can
Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips
Got their mummy and caught their carriage, damaged by earth's kids
Life has put her to the test
You caught me staring at your chest,
Getting fucked by the tenth bull
You can end this verse premature
Gettin caught by the cop
Let me see you walk
Someone always getting shot, the killer doesn't get caught
The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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