I thought you're through with all the bougie guys.
Don't you wonder about the other side? They only get
invited cause they think that they might buy.
Ain't it sad about the metro guys? Don't it hurt to
watch them moisturize? They're never funny and they're all so scared to die.
We're not afraid. We have our faith. We've seen
scattered action and we mostly come out unscathed.
We'll be alright. We'll get through the night. Our
struggle still feels wonderful most days. Most days
Don't it suck about the succubi? The blood suckers
and the parasites. They're never funny and they're all so scared to die.
All the small talk seems like suicide. Their spiderwebs
with their legs and eggs and eyes. They creep up from behind.
If I were you I wouldn't get too close. I've seen how
they eat and it gets pretty gross. They slip their tongue and they hitch on to their host.
We're not afraid. We have our faith. Seen a couple
slaughters and they've mostly turned out OK. We'll be
alright. We'll get through the night. Our struggle still
feels wonderful most days.
Hey, New York City, I love it when you turn on your
lights. Our struggle still feels wonderful tonight.
And you say you're a princess. But I remain
unconvinced. I've seen the guys that you've been with.
They don't seem much like princes.
And you say you're much better. But I don't quite
believe it. I saw the girls that you came with. I saw
the guy that you left with.
And you say you tried Jesus. But it was too
inconvenient. You just didn't have the patience.
You say you said prayers. But it felt like there was
nobody there. I didn't think that you'd get it.
This shouldn't hurt.
But you might feel a slight discomfort.
Don't you wonder about the other side? They only get
invited cause they think that they might buy.
Ain't it sad about the metro guys? Don't it hurt to
watch them moisturize? They're never funny and they're all so scared to die.
We're not afraid. We have our faith. We've seen
scattered action and we mostly come out unscathed.
We'll be alright. We'll get through the night. Our
struggle still feels wonderful most days. Most days
Don't it suck about the succubi? The blood suckers
and the parasites. They're never funny and they're all so scared to die.
All the small talk seems like suicide. Their spiderwebs
with their legs and eggs and eyes. They creep up from behind.
If I were you I wouldn't get too close. I've seen how
they eat and it gets pretty gross. They slip their tongue and they hitch on to their host.
We're not afraid. We have our faith. Seen a couple
slaughters and they've mostly turned out OK. We'll be
alright. We'll get through the night. Our struggle still
feels wonderful most days.
Hey, New York City, I love it when you turn on your
lights. Our struggle still feels wonderful tonight.
And you say you're a princess. But I remain
unconvinced. I've seen the guys that you've been with.
They don't seem much like princes.
And you say you're much better. But I don't quite
believe it. I saw the girls that you came with. I saw
the guy that you left with.
And you say you tried Jesus. But it was too
inconvenient. You just didn't have the patience.
You say you said prayers. But it felt like there was
nobody there. I didn't think that you'd get it.
This shouldn't hurt.
But you might feel a slight discomfort.