Rough idols
falling down our aisle
Loving files going by the smile
looking at your kind of fall
I see you want to stall
but it doesn’t work at all
I'm running from your title
scared of nothing but the trigger
pulling it faster and quicker
don’t touch the stickers
they‘ll fall off the lips of her
into the mouth of my lover
dub her down south in the fire
running out of wire
pulling out the fighter
he killing
our desire
even if it is syre
my heart is in dire consequences
of the way I sent my hit
through the mouth of it
I still feel your lips
still drives me to your hips
makes me see the eclipse
exploding in a pic
stick in the shift
running down the street
on top of my feet
I take a seat and put them up high
I love that light
beautiful like you
girl, you are in full
relations with my nation
station me in my lace
taste like grape ape
tape on my mouth fate
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