Slowly slurring I’m getting there
the riff rips me in time as the beat slides down my back and arches my throat
the strings plummet into her echo, spleeding words
I ate it before but I never felt like this
Slowly slurring I’m getting there
the riff rips me in time as the beat slides down my back and arches my throat
the strings plummet into her echo, spleeding words
I ate it before but I never felt like this
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