Dry the words in syllables
They made for great intervals
f** --------------
Ah try for another
Another transplant
Pull the shades on the coolness train
Sleep comes as it tends to pain
Go toll pest
Go cold crest
Go incest
Go f**ing mess
f**ing mess
Sound bite
Words just linger
Count my fingers
Trust no one
What you'll lose will cost you a f**ing ton
Trust no one
If its not wrapped up, I wouldn't try to cum