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Turning tricks on the hood of Jasmine's car That whole summer was really just too peculiar You know I would have given it up to almost anybody Who had a little money and was sweet to me Yes, I was down to give it up to almost anyone Who was sweet to me It was rough, we had to crawl down to the basement For to hide from this digital wolf He had no eyes but he could see Using electric rays Biting the prick that feeds me in my sister's bathroom How can I function man in the face of all this butchery My mind is exploding with sloppy murders And they really poison my sexuality How can I function this no more There's no more Appolonian beauty to behold Lille Venn, my heart is not dead It's just bad weather in my temporary head In my temporary head Momma, my heart's not dead It's just bad weather in my temporary head |
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