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Crawtch Goblins
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Crawtch Goblins è stato pubblicato il 18 giugno 2025 da SWB Records come parte dell'album C-U-N-T-R-Y
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Data di uscita18 giugno 2025
EtichettaSWB Records
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM109

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slick Willy Billy
Slick Willy Billy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Loren Craig Borenstein
Loren Craig Borenstein
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Loren Craig Borenstein
Loren Craig Borenstein
Producer

Testi

She ain't the kind to talk 'bout rings,
Don't dream of cribs or baby swings.
Says she loves me, but makes it real clear,
She ain't raisin' nothin' 'cept whiskey and beer.
She drops down low when the lights go dim,
Says, "Save that seed, baby, deep within."
Don't need no stork knockin' on her door —
She gulps it down and asks for more.
She don't want no crotch goblins runnin' 'round,
She swallows my babies, keeps 'em safe and sound.
No diapers, no cryin', no midnight feeds,
Just lipstick, spit, and dirty deeds.
A good girl gone filthy, yeah she's heaven-sent,
With a mouth full of mercy and baby gravy content.
She's got a pill pack and a throat like gold,
Warms me up when the nights get cold.
Says, "Let it go, baby, don't you stress,"
Then chokes down my future with a sweet caress.
She ain't tryin' to build no family tree,
She's just tryin' to drain the life outta me.
Calls it birth control with a wink and grin,
Then opens wide and lets the gospel in.
Yeah, she don't want no crotch goblins screamin' loud,
She handles my load like she's damn proud.
No lullabies or PTA,
Just bare thighs and rollin' hay.
She's got no time for bibs or beds —
Just a hunger for the back of my head.
Now some girls dream of little feet,
But mine's dreamin' 'bout her favorite treat.
She don't need a rattle or a baby bump,
She just needs me hard and ready to pump.
Yeah, she don't want no crotch goblins tearin' shit up,
She'd rather take it straight from the cup.
No baby showers, no motherly cries —
Just mascara, spit, and her thighs.
She's the girl of my dreams, no strings, just head —
Swallows my future, and my baby gravy, then climbs back in bed.
Written by: Loren Craig Borenstein
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