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