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