This is a song about "Hot wet kisses"

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

These witches churned, yearned and returned kisses.

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Lifes a bitch, that why i always keep its pussy wet.

Stead of kisses, we get kicked,

I don't wear jewels, too much conflict

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass

Quick kisses with the sadistic aftermath

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

Why do people say im professional when i cry wet spells

I can teach you all the sounds of love

I always wake up to kisses,