who knows when we stop this shits called compersion I told yous, Pi dont end Pi just finds another decimal but makes thing better though "Hotwife of Pi" youre meant to love her, right you want her laughing you want her lit you want her walking through the world like it all still fits you want her glass full you want her soul rich you want her hips with a memory that dont sound clipped you want her to have fun you want her to feel chosen you want her to taste life with the fine wine open you want her days golden nights unbroken but the second it gets real your brave mouth choking come on this shits called compersion you aint gotta learn it its when you get joy by proxy by watching them deserve it be proud to observe it you know she fucking earned it made it work without a warning turned the wanting into worship turned the watching into purpose watch her leave while their burning so, you think you got the best tool "doubt it" you think one hammer builds the cathedral "doubt it" you think one key fits every locked feeling "doubt it" you think love means leaving half the world sealed in "doubt it" "Hotwife of Pi" thats not romance thats irrational rationing thats not passion thats plastic arse packaging thats not honour thats a little boy panicking a fake gold frame where the artworks hanging if you love her dont make her smaller just so your shadow looks taller dont call it protection when youre hiding her from the offer dont call it respect when its fear in your collar "dont call yourself a king if the queen cant prosper" she should have life so let her have heat she can make songs where your not always the lead let her have breath where the air tastes sweet both come home in love and put the night on repeat "Hotwife of Pi" its not losing or lack or your manhood with a knife in your masculine back thats her scaling the sky and still flying back thats a door swinging open cos the foundations mapped you dont own the ocean cos you bought one pier you dont own the music cos you made one snare you dont own the sunrise cos you watched it appear you dont own her joy just because your stood there "Hotwife of Pi" youre meant to love her, right then love when shes giddy love when shes greedy love when shes pretty in ways that look risky love when the world gets drunk on her quickly this shits called compersion you aint gotta learn it its when you get joy by proxy by watching them deserve it be proud to observe it you know she fucking earned it made it work without a warning turned the wanting into worship turned the watching into purpose watch her leave while their burning see, thats the bit not the filthy bit first the holy bit hidden underneath the dirt the seeing her smile isnt taking your worth the knowing her pleasure aint leaving you burnt I say feed her I mean ask her mean hear her mean mean it mean if she wants more dont stand there between it cos if another tool does a job yours couldnt why you mad at the craft dont mean the craftsmanships better some jobs need a drill while others need a hammer your mad at the weather but bro maybe she likes that weather why you mad that her joy came out dressed in leather "Hotwife of Pi" "Hotwife of Pi" you want the best for her then want the best for her not the best that still flatters your chest for her not the best that behaves like a guest in her own body for her the best that makes flesh feel fresh, an unknown body for her Pi dont do prison Pi does love with precision like “point out the victim and well make them the mission” so, if theres one word you need to learn then take a minute rewrite your world and hear past the beat and listen to the person so before I close the curtain remember .... this shits called compersion "Hotwife of Pi" this shits called compersion you aint gotta learn it its when you get joy by proxy by watching them deserve it be proud to observe it you know she fucking earned it made it work without a warning turned the wanting into worship turned the watching into purpose watch her leave while their burning "Hotwife of Pi" [Compersion is the empathetic feeling of joy or euphoria you experience when witnessing your partners happiness .... Just saying......] © 2026 Hotwife of Pi. All rights reserved. All lyrics are original works written and published under the name Hotwife of Pi and are protected by applicable copyright law. No part of these lyrics may be copied, reproduced, republished, distributed, adapted, performed, recorded, transmitted, used for artificial intelligence or machine-learning training, or otherwise exploited, in whole or in part, without prior written permission from the copyright holder, except where permitted by law.
