Sunlight

Toy store, he got a new doll

He wants to lick the poophole

Bald head, looking like RuPaul

Sunlight in my pupil

I wanna get fucked hard by a drug dealer (Ah, uh, uh)

I put the line on the lid, a little concealer (Ah, uh, uh)

When I'm lost at sea, I let him sail (Ah, uh, uh)

On my pillow when he's pulling on my pigtails

Posthuman, post office

Post-genre, post-good

Lilith Morris

Yes, summertime is my season

Doing what I want, I don't need a reason (No)

Toy store, he got a new doll

He wants to lick the poophole

Bald head, looking like RuPaul

Sunlight in my pupil

(They know)

They wanna be and name me 'cause I'm getting big (They know)

My pussy's pink like Peppa Pig (They know)

Bald bitch, you need to get a wig (They know)

They need to stop doing ketamine

Ah, uh, uh

Ah, uh

Ah, uh

Ah, uh

Sunlight

Sunlight, sunlight (Ah, uh, uh)

Sunlight, sunlight (Ah, uh, uh)

Sunlight, sunlight (Ah, uh)

Sunlight, sunlight (Ah, uh, uh)

Sunlight, sunlight (Ah, uh)

Sunlight, sunlight (Ah, uh)

Sunlight, sunlight (Ah, uh)

Sunlight (Ah, uh)