SUPER SOUR HONEY

Raise your hands to the bass, embrace it Like you face to face and it break ya patience Type of great, I don't need no saving From the gracious vocations of Jesus, baby Favorite flavor shake grape taste, I take it Makeshift dick blunts 'til her tongue aching Lips dry Like a fucking piece of bacon that you say your mom made I fucking hate it, but I'll fake it on occasion, It's amazing Ms. Smith On vacation In-donesia I saw ya tits Think I love you now Been some months that I been stuck inside a fucking room Producing tunes, music that you love and prolly f*ck to if I'm guessing right Press up on that Tesla pill, don't find it, you is not a fan Acid fried I'm fasting like I'm Uncle Roger aunt Fraudulent, I go Hi-C, sue Japan I'm Superman in pants that looser, you can call me Super Loser Haha Raise your hands to the bass, embrace it Like you face to face and it break ya patience Type of great, I don't need no saving From the gracious vocations of Jesus, baby Favorite flavor shake apricot, I take it Makeshift cock blunts 'til her lungs aching But the tummy still work Sour Honey dessert for her I'll try a plate of the cajun jerk steak fries Oh I hate when I stain my shirt It's hard to bathe an ape, an occupation Here's the options Make it famous fucking rapping, or stay studying oxidation Either way I'm gon' pay it off Raise your hands to the bass, embrace it Like you face to face and it break ya patience Type of great, I don't need no saving From the gracious vocations of Jesus, baby