Sessions - My Mind

Oh, excuse me, am I cutting your study session?
I hope we're on the same page
We could start a different kind of session
Break out the Haldol
Man, one in a million, just like Holdo
We were parked in your Volvo
I'm appalled, yo
Top floor, bottom
Oh, kill 'em
I dropped my fucking drawers
Man, I dropped that shit and my penis come out
Man, that shit soars
Uh, man, ain't it old, it ain't dinosaur
Man, I need to find me a new thesaurus
The picture
Can we get the dads out the picture?
Can we, can we
Can we get them out of here?
So that we could maybe start fucking louder
Fuck the cuckolds, sticking around
Ignore the crowd
And we could get onto the table
Man, I'm telling you that we aren't stable
Do get naked, get on the floor
And bend over
We could do it on all fours
Arch that back
Arch it back
Arched her back and I grabbed her titty
Man, I'm telling you that line was witty
Ah, we would do it, paper town or city
Man, it's a crowned acheivement
No, I'm tweaking
I'm not the one tweaking
What about last weekend?
You was the one that invited me, bitch
Mind's so fucking dirty
I'm, I
I'm out of my
Uh, excuse me
I'm a cut
I'm cutting your fucking session
I'm appalled, yo, yo
Out the picture
Can we get the dads out the picture?
Can we get rid of the parents, ay
Top to the bottom, back to the top
I don't know if I should stay or not
I don't know if my brain has rot
Outwards, in a sock
In a fucking sock
Fuck!

Written by:
Manuel Guerrero Zdeinert

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