[Intro Instrumental] I wouldn't choose the fake version of you to want to move into me at all. The walls crawl, then stall me into wanting the complete thing that seems it's the best place to be, facing me down like a zombie dog that would haunt you for the rest of your fortnite eternity. Paid to stay baked too much? Yay, we fucked up. Luck plucked the muck to wanting the lust to wanna give a fuck for once. Grunt, then wake up to punt that cunt back inside of me. The alarm still hasn't gone off, fuck it. Might just call off for us to go out. Honest? I planned it. Wish we were still on the same planet man.
