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