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