— you all over my skin, I'm anxious
paint, my body boy, I'll be your canvas
don't talk to me, just show me your talent
one look and you're minekeep your eyes on me now
'cause when the stars align
you might bring the beast out
do you like the way I flick my tongue or nah? you can ride my face until you're drippin' cum; can you lick the tip then throat the dick or nah? can you let me stretch that pussy out or nah? I'm not the type to call you back tomorrow, but the way you wrappin 'round me is a prob.
people talking, let them hate. brand new apartment decorate. all the time you dedicate, look at what you generating, they hating, probably from the mess you made and we faded grenaded, uber in the escalade. he's far from basic.