I can zip up all my **** in a ***** pack strapped to a camels back and it’ll act as the last straw
Always think I’m raw
But I’m overcooked overlooked and let’s be honest I didn’t think I gave a single ****

Backed up and a tummy tuck and I’d be ******* tight
Lucked up and a yanny *** double sided mirror got me squintin to see past and nothing nearer


Two toned silhouettes grinding in a tight dress
Too many gin and tonics and a touch of chronic, mess
On the chase but not looking for a ring
I’m no sonic,
More is less.

I’m sitting curb stomped and digested
If lest be lest at least I forget it
I swear this is a hot *** summer
I don’t know a single digit of your ****** number.