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