Imma rub my blood on faith of fairies

who's a ghost that

Throws pixie dust

deep inside of all our noses

Im very weary and aware of who you are

Make my eye teary from your choices

Love to meet a succubus my soul's gonna starve

Cause i can get enough of this i feel her discharge

my blood stops circulating shes taking off her clothes

I don't believe in wedding rings

I like you tryna murder me

Your the only one that i invited to my fashion show

I want you to like me for my look cause really i don't know

If my heart is good or if my mind is even sexual

I like it when bodies drop on bodies when their body blows