Her Love

Golden shower Is this real or just radio in the park Heroin sugar flames Diamond in her shoes Woke up in box of pine Don't tell me you don't romance it The old man said you are lying Feel the sunshine As it's raining on God's gift to symmetry All tits and energy Don't need touch to get it on I got my heart in Gammalon Magic hour in the car You were sucking on my cock On my cold shoulder the future is real Her love is the ghetto Her love is a poor boy Her love is the sunshine Her love is a soldier Her love Hold me closely Wipe my ass with those fast fashion beauty queens God's own amphetamine You got fire in your eye You live life so you could die Don't tell me you don't romance it The old man said you're lying Holy shit, dear I get morbid like Stepchild radio Television, very slow Oh, these are the graves of our tricks All that time got cashed in change When your pussy met my dick Suicide, baby, the future is real Her love is the ghetto Her love is a poor boy Her love Her love is a soldier Her love is the rainbow Her love Her love is the wonder Her love is a soldier Her love Her love is the ghetto Her love is a rocket Her love