i was wearing my glasses and hold my gun, swetting in the backyard, due to the sun.
The boys where sweaming in liquid gold. if this was at the table i wouldnt folded.
Then my eyes fell upon a flower, I’ve been drinking heavily for halv an hour
i bent down, she wasn’t sour. And then she asked me to touch hear flower
bend down boy! (TOUCH THE CROUCH)
there i was in this situation, hard to handle this fucksturbation
hard to handle but easy to wear, located the target and bent out my gear
again i looked down at her flower, it has been disguised by brutal power
I bent down, it wasn’t me it was the flower, oh sweet flower