The past hits like a present
The past hits like a present
If internet is out...
We're hungry, papi!
Under the mask there is a slut
Don't burst yet!
The pressure must be somewhere else
This is my cake's candle, son
You don't need babysitting anymore
Pick your pleasure
You have to fill your father's boots
She's slim but chances are big
There you go, that's the itch
Can we try these positions?