Bong Water in my Toys

Becca

Duetch 

Shöne bebe 

Now she’ll re-dye my hair 

Now you’ll survive but tomorrows newspaper

Puts my resume there

I loose your name you endendize 

Now heaven sent me to the eye 

I’m gunna get my nails done

Make a house went mia 

Omg I’m so tired

So your paper reads

One minute I kiss you goodnight 

Un minute a day

I exude pain to recite the way you said that 

I sent to will you swept 

Take your time

I’m doing a diet so that peyote hits me more

Bong water in my toys 

You can take Mai tai and yay out 

I’m a no good man my heart 

So I did my years in New York at a museum

Happy in my book I sever

I drive alone city 

Why should I not get wrapped up so easily?

Who said he’s right tied tongues in Zaire

Aya momma kondero 

Im high as hedgerow 

My aorta

I should know how I died got my hair done and my hey oh 

Hey now stay alive 

He didn’t sit up 

Hera rules cena

Cállate the way I soil

Not my toys 

Not my toys