prayer lyrics
by Jordaan Mason
Sold my skin for all their cancer
What do you want from me?
I will not clinic you easy
I am holding conversations: limp gazelles in my arms
We are absolutely calm
(so tell me)
Where do you put your c*ck in?
When do you put your c*ck in?
How do you sleep your c*ck in?
Why do you keep your c*ck in?