backs are made for scratches
poetry made her come to me as if I went deeper.
she shudders I took hold of her throat und applied dat ala sleeper
on weekend I vacay
off the deep end and I naysay
racist how I'm o k k
k Im da bassist how I play
like gitars I be far away
those strings
they feel... cut...
she shudders I took hold of her throat und applied dat ala sleeper
on weekend I vacay
off the deep end and I naysay
racist how I'm o k k
k Im da bassist how I play
like gitars I be far away
those strings
they feel... cut...