Ah yeah, you're just one of a kind
I just can't seem to get you off my mind
Your sweet taste drippin all over me
You're a fine liquor, and you're practically free
Your my sweet luxury that keeps me at bay
Without you I don't know how I'd behave
The jury's in and you are a fine dessert
Meant to be served at the king's court
Flick of my finger, some mad majestic maneuvers
Having a good time, with this Vancouver cougars
Their man's out on the club tonight
While he's got some honey, I'm f*cking her tight
Little pussy, kegels are really something
When you're used to lose little 20 somethings
So many mad nights of mature impurity
Like an aged wine getting the best of me
Disorderly conduct done with such grace
The way I rub my semen all over her face
It makes you just wanna go take a taste
However if you want me to stay buy me a case
Of mad men's moonshine it's how I stay one of a kind
I don't wanna go fine dining down in your dirty rinds
If I don't have my mental lubrication down tight
You know what I need baby right?
I want it tight, but I have to take a sip right?
You think you seen something, it's quite a sight
But baby I'm telling you it's half the story
So go get my moon waterz before I worry
Sippin on shine, like it's holy waters
Living in the drank time, am I seeing two sisters?
I'm ready to kill the pussy
Gone by the morn, I'm free and flighty
Cruising, my stomach won't stop churnin'
My perception of time just keeps on slurrin'
Expensive tastes on a beggar's budget
You'd be surprised to see how I brew it
Holy hell, I'm at it again, on the fence should I tip the wagon
Roar like a dragon, f*ck like a dog with a piece of bacon
Woah! Hold back, I've been doing to much drinkin'
When my legs say I should be dancing
Which is about the time I remember whereabouts I am
Cruising in the back of a black sedan
And this is only after a few swigs
After the bottle, only imagine the shindig
That I could produce, procure, pull out of thin air
The freakier, the stranger, the more the merrier
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Ah yeah, you're just one of a kind
I just can't seem to get you off my mind
Your sweet taste drippin all over me
You're a fine liquor, and you're practically free
Your my sweet luxury that keeps me at bay
Without you I don't know how I'd behave
The jury's in and you are a fine dessert
Meant to be served at the king's court
Flick of my finger, some mad majestic maneuvers
Having a good time, with this Vancouver cougars
Their man's out on the club tonight
While he's got some honey, I'm f*cking her tight
Little pussy, kegels are really something
When you're used to lose little 20 somethings
So many mad nights of mature impurity
Like an aged wine getting the best of me
Disorderly conduct done with such grace
The way I rub my semen all over her face
It makes you just wanna go take a taste
However if you want me to stay buy me a case
Of mad men's moonshine it's how I stay one of a kind
I don't wanna go fine dining down in your dirty rinds
If I don't have my mental lubrication down tight
You know what I need baby right?
I want it tight, but I have to take a sip right?
You think you seen something, it's quite a sight
But baby I'm telling you it's half the story
So go get my moon waterz before I worry
Sippin on shine, like it's holy waters
Living in the drank time, am I seeing two sisters?
I'm ready to kill the pussy
Gone by the morn, I'm free and flighty
Cruising, my stomach won't stop churnin'
My perception of time just keeps on slurrin'
Expensive tastes on a beggar's budget
You'd be surprised to see how I brew it
Holy hell, I'm at it again, on the fence should I tip the wagon
Roar like a dragon, f*ck like a dog with a piece of bacon
Woah! Hold back, I've been doing to much drinkin'
When my legs say I should be dancing
Which is about the time I remember whereabouts I am
Cruising in the back of a black sedan
And this is only after a few swigs
After the bottle, only imagine the shindig
That I could produce, procure, pull out of thin air
The freakier, the stranger, the more the merrier
I just can't seem to get you off my mind
Your sweet taste drippin all over me
You're a fine liquor, and you're practically free
Your my sweet luxury that keeps me at bay
Without you I don't know how I'd behave
The jury's in and you are a fine dessert
Meant to be served at the king's court
Flick of my finger, some mad majestic maneuvers
Having a good time, with this Vancouver cougars
Their man's out on the club tonight
While he's got some honey, I'm f*cking her tight
Little pussy, kegels are really something
When you're used to lose little 20 somethings
So many mad nights of mature impurity
Like an aged wine getting the best of me
Disorderly conduct done with such grace
The way I rub my semen all over her face
It makes you just wanna go take a taste
However if you want me to stay buy me a case
Of mad men's moonshine it's how I stay one of a kind
I don't wanna go fine dining down in your dirty rinds
If I don't have my mental lubrication down tight
You know what I need baby right?
I want it tight, but I have to take a sip right?
You think you seen something, it's quite a sight
But baby I'm telling you it's half the story
So go get my moon waterz before I worry
Sippin on shine, like it's holy waters
Living in the drank time, am I seeing two sisters?
I'm ready to kill the pussy
Gone by the morn, I'm free and flighty
Cruising, my stomach won't stop churnin'
My perception of time just keeps on slurrin'
Expensive tastes on a beggar's budget
You'd be surprised to see how I brew it
Holy hell, I'm at it again, on the fence should I tip the wagon
Roar like a dragon, f*ck like a dog with a piece of bacon
Woah! Hold back, I've been doing to much drinkin'
When my legs say I should be dancing
Which is about the time I remember whereabouts I am
Cruising in the back of a black sedan
And this is only after a few swigs
After the bottle, only imagine the shindig
That I could produce, procure, pull out of thin air
The freakier, the stranger, the more the merrier
Writer: Matthew Smith
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