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