- Satin My Love
satin your my lady stab so me with your pitchfork/ bring me back to reality cuz it's where I truly belong/ fuck reality just give me a bottle of whiskey and I'm good to go/ a shot a fireball and I'm already in the car driving to see you/ I'm full of anxiety so I take another, feels good to just to drink the pain away/ I can still feel the burning sensation from when we kissed/ my throats on fire but people just think I'm a compulsive liar when I say it/ fuck your bullshit I'll just take another one/ already feelin drowsy can't even grip the steering wheel right but manage to keep the car goin/ shit goin on the freeway... god already goin 90/ I'm feelin the rush a little fast but still not furious that you don't wanna see me/ I'm swerving to much I can't control it/ over the bridge I go... last thoughts I have is of you and the good times we had/ I just wanted to say I love you before I hit the...
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