You don’t know me at all
I ain’t pickin’ up when I get your call
I just flipped a quarter bag and blew it at the mall
I ain’t worried ‘bout what the f*** you gotta say at all
Keep it to yourself, drugs on the shelf
If it wasn’t for my plug then I wouldn’t have this belt
Yeah I need some help, yeah I’m goin’ to hell
All my exes dead in the basement you can smell
I just need a goth queen tonight
I just wanna f*** you in the candle light
I ain’t rockin’ Trues, like my jeans real tight
Like my pu*** and my food teriyaki white rice, lil’ bitch
I just need a goth queen tonight
I just wanna f*** you in the candle light
I ain’t rockin’ Trues, like my jeans real tight
Like my pu*** and my food teriyaki white rice, lil’ bitch
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