High Fidelity Track 1: Blame My Ex
High Fidelity Track 1: Blame My Ex
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Will you still call me after?
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Let me guess, you want them
Let the pussy feel neglected
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Your holes want it
You had my food, now you have me
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Husband couldn't fill that hole
You can't and will not escape
I want performance, not excuses