The day we started fucking, our meoldy came to an end
We started off drinking something brown
It was either Remy or Hen'
That night we drowned in our sin
Not in the sense of doing something wrong
But we changed the tune of our "native" song
We used to make music wit our words
Exchanging food for thought
But it was all for naught
Now our music is the beats we make betwwen the sheets
And if we ain't fucking:
You suckin'
I'm lickin'
Then I'm back to stickin', "GETTIN' IT IN"
When we do talk it's about the dick and.....
(we're fuckin' again)
No comments:
Post a Comment