FREEPLAY - PAPERCHASE

Touring through the world
Think, is this what life supposed to be?
I'm losing those close to me
My fam' recites a Rosary
Focusing my faith on fucking honeys
And the paper chase
A feign for lace, some good fellatio
And lobster plates
She takes a drag of the bog'
And blows it in my face
I'm not a fan of the smoke
Dog I prefer the haze
But, now she got me in my zone
We fuck for seven days
I ain't been home a couple weeks
And now I start to think
I think that I should hit a lick
And spend it on some rings
But, something's off
With the way that this shorty moves
Her sex is great
Her devil ways start fucking up my groove
She pops a Xan'
And then explains its to adjust her mood
I'm touring through the world
Think, is this what life supposed to be?
Focusing my faith on fucking honeys
And the paper chase
Said, I'm touring through the world
Think, is this what life supposed to be?
Focusing my faith on fucking honeys
And the paper chase
Touring through the world,
Touring, touring, touring, touring, yeah
Said, I'm touring, touring, touring, touring, touring

Written by:
Jesse Sánchez

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