See central decay
Blurry visions
(...?) lexus
(?)
Taller whites with big defenses
(?)
(...?) were traumatized
They're loose, they're cold and paralyzed
I'm already in it
There's nothing quite like it
Second thoughts
They're into me
Crushing weed tenaciously
(?)
Eyes wide open
The one has spoken
Hell yeah
I'm already in it
There's nothing quite like it
I have needs before me, Essay
(?)
Send me please, there's nothing to
So stop and touch, it's hard to tear
Such a skin (such a sin
(?))
Ecstasy,
Baby,
You're my greatest
Masterpiece of art
Writer(s): Jack A O'shea, Anthony S Raneri, Andrew Robert Elderbaum, James Robert Mitchell
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