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