Stars on mars by The guy called guess Lyrics
Can't believe its me they see sitting on the top
Wanting it all, finger fuck let it drop
Average is over ,my average is clover
I needed a break, and wanted to broker
Mind set is sick
Thoughts ravishing lover
Can be who you want, ill fuck you for hours
Catching a flight and living the dream
I'm dripping with pain
I'm sold and know D
I bottled it up and fuck bitches who scream
I tend to be dark ,blood bath like a scene
You can't even touch a piece of the pie
Triangle up means dollars a mine
Triangle down means killers around
Triangle paired is whats death is about
(mars is in the stars) <)(1,2,3,4),>beats per second
(Mars) (is were) (the) (stars are) < 1,2,3,4,>beats per second
Cars,cloths,gold,hoes
Just love who we are
Uuuu
Cars,cloths,gold,hoes
There's mars above the stars
Best believe it.........
Tipsy, tripping,lips are glistening
Sick scene 6 dreams
Pussy is driippening
I'm listening viciously
Can I get Listerine
Fuck it its fall
Summer is history
You must have been pussy
Im trained to be camouflaged
You can't even note
Got paid from the money lodge
Imagine if life was just a mirage
Im torn between 2 feelings i guess
I never lack loyalty
Im present and sent
Im centering endlessly
Fuck all of you seriously
I care less ,im careless
Swagged dress up and red feet
I fuck the best pussy
Your lesson in history
Fuck what you think
Im new age and getting green....Plowww Plowwww Plowww oww,Plowwww
Wanting it all, finger fuck let it drop
Average is over ,my average is clover
I needed a break, and wanted to broker
Mind set is sick
Thoughts ravishing lover
Can be who you want, ill fuck you for hours
Catching a flight and living the dream
I'm dripping with pain
I'm sold and know D
I bottled it up and fuck bitches who scream
I tend to be dark ,blood bath like a scene
You can't even touch a piece of the pie
Triangle up means dollars a mine
Triangle down means killers around
Triangle paired is whats death is about
(mars is in the stars) <)(1,2,3,4),>beats per second
(Mars) (is were) (the) (stars are) < 1,2,3,4,>beats per second
Cars,cloths,gold,hoes
Just love who we are
Uuuu
Cars,cloths,gold,hoes
There's mars above the stars
Best believe it.........
Tipsy, tripping,lips are glistening
Sick scene 6 dreams
Pussy is driippening
I'm listening viciously
Can I get Listerine
Fuck it its fall
Summer is history
You must have been pussy
Im trained to be camouflaged
You can't even note
Got paid from the money lodge
Imagine if life was just a mirage
Im torn between 2 feelings i guess
I never lack loyalty
Im present and sent
Im centering endlessly
Fuck all of you seriously
I care less ,im careless
Swagged dress up and red feet
I fuck the best pussy
Your lesson in history
Fuck what you think
Im new age and getting green....Plowww Plowwww Plowww oww,Plowwww