[ Featuring Artem Panfilov ]
I've been doubted,
I've been climbed out,
Out of dark nights,
Now I'm laided out,
These are my deepest secrets (*Dot*),
I'll take 'em to the grave,
What I gotta berief right now,
So trust me, I mean what I say
Trust me, I mean what I say
Trust me, I mean what I say
Aaah,
Oooh
Trust me, (Oooh)
I mean what I say,
How can I be homophobic,
When you just turned your bitch to a gay?
You not a hero,
And she don't wanna' hearing it,
She said she's sick,
And I'm here seeking to help her to splay,
She falls on my dick, damn,
She's really got that cute sway,
She hops on my dick,
And she hopes that I won't be playing with her feelings,
She's falling in love with my dick,
And she don't want me to stop killing,
She's on my dick,
And she prolly likes that' feeling,
She's on my dick,
And she prolly likes how it feels in it,
She hops,
And she hopes I'll be skilled in it,
Her body's thick,
And I'm here seeking to help,
She's just be like:
<<Bae I'm sick>>,
I just be like:
"You just too much overthinking it..."