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