Peeking over my shoulders to see the dusty roads in your eyes.
Lowkey, stabbed me hollow with your sausage fingers, Holding a bucket full of holes
Saying it's a reflection of my soul
But Little you know
That I'm the type of girl
Who will crack your perfectly white teeth, smiling
And your queer's behind I ain't lying
Just to patch my bucket soul
And crown myself queen in my sandy bridge to hell's door