Great American novel, ship in a bottle
Secretly sip off the bottle, she slipped off, I followed
Don't look gift horses in the mouth, check if they're hollow
Ain't wrote shit, don't ask about it outside Plaza del Mercado
Fuck outta here
Shotgun on first
I ran the wishbone with a smirk pussy, so (uh)
It was worth the gauntlet in Bensonhurst
That's that thirst
'97 mentality, we was smokin' dirt
She hiked up her skirt, pulled the panties to one side
Her mom's was at church
Hit it raw, she wasn't shy
Sometimes wonder how we survived
Seems like another life, so alive, so thrive
Her eyes alight, tiger burning bright
Who dares?
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