Jon Flynn - Experimenting With Life

Cause I'm too
Gay for the straights
And I'm too straight for the gays
Might have to cut my own dick off
And say that I'm ace
Run a motel
Don't say that shit mine
I'll blame it on Bates
Red face
Line crossed
And I hope she like being chased

And now she won't stop
Oh, she'll soon learn her place
Skin soft
Keeping pace
When the fuck we gonna stop
Her in her lace
Feeling every single
Sweat drop
And in her chest
I can hear
What you might call a
Teenage heartthrob

Smell the fucking geraniums
Smash in her god damn cranium
Barbarians and gladiators
Preform inside of stadiums
Whats wrong
Keep your stomach from getting upset
Just pop another percocet
Preform your next live set
And do a
Line of coke if you have to
No I don't fucking care
Make sure you're not dancing on stage
In your underwear
Take a new bitch to my villains lair
Tease the fuck out of the ends of her hair
And apologize for how I stare

Minutes away from making mistakes
I know I can't come back from
It ain't like your headstone will be
Engraved and laced with platinum
You'll become the woman who never was
Can you feel me on that buzz
And as your life flashes
See the
Should have, could have
Would you have
Kept your fucking distance from me
Separation measured out in different degrees
No need to beg bitch
Get the fuck up off your knees
I already apologized if this
Knife makes your heart bleed

Last bitch I was with was thicker than double cream
Too much to handle
Replace that K with a second C
What was it she had plastered on her ass
Was it "Juicy"
No bitch I think you already know that
That shit was Supreme

Skinny jeans
So tight
You can see the
Pristine crease between her ass cheeks
Stranded teens
Don't fight the
Need to be free
Freaks roaming streets
Kicking up dirt
In their
Spotless cleats

Written by:
Jonathan Flynn

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