High Fidelity Track 1: Blame My Ex
High Fidelity Track 1: Blame My Ex
Your holes want it
Let me guess, you want them
Husband couldn't fill that hole
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
So you never had real pussy before?
Will you still call me after?
You had my food, now you have me
You can't and will not escape
I want performance, not excuses
Special treatment for special privileges
Let the pussy feel neglected
Hit that fucking high pitch note