Hunter Rudnai - Stories Told Lyrics

I cause an effect
When I talk I deserve respect
Perched on cliff my nerves twitch
With tequila shot to the neck
This bitch said she wants to f*ck with some fishnets on
So I told her like a dog on a leash go walk along
We're strays at night
With her n her friends who offered to suck on 10s of dicks
Till shit got numb and then squeeze em through lead pipes
If they really wanna f*ck wit those fishnets on
I'll go add that to the book of shared stories my friends like
Burn f*cker
I'm scared that ill turn hunter
Felt raw till i merge rubber hands land on her firm upper
Some sin of a church lover
Dove swimming through nerve bunches
Escaping through her dungeon
Start talking like earth to hunter
While gathered round burnin lumber
Camping out we're lost children
Whit gymnasts n fishnets thats been sown in em
And shots for bitches wit bridget
I thought that they wouldn't give in
But now i know that were livin
She swap her skin fitted denim
To strip wit friends showin titties
And my friends like it a lot
Cuz we get off
Set the stage a blaze wit rounds of applause
What secrets hide in lock jaws
Stories of holes filled wit glory
Children reac ooh n awe
And when cats n dogs rain its pouring
I'll tell you how this better end
Well see a world wit chu in it
With folklore tales bout our hoes
Like storied children in corn
At least i got my twin cole
F*ckin these bitches backs bent
And cycles like laundry bust loads
High five my twin eskimo
We've been ever lost so relax then
I gave up searchin my soul
With nostalgic looks for us back then
Swinging like marriage annulled
And she wants to hop on my back then
Backing em down like were shaq then
Shaking it up when alone
And we laugh round ash from tales told by lakes
While bonfires aid socially prone situations that boosts our yearnin to play
Ahead she went alone lay on back arch
The earth of state park assured that i start where she shave
And that shit did spark a parade
We kill lights a fireflies grave

Smells of gas for the wave runners
Plus lighter fluid field a grass canvas paints hunter
I know that bridget and her friends like to f*ck around
Theres many stories bein told in insane numbers
I tell a story while they're watchin round the bonfire
Peak they're interest prolly f*ck em if they're all inspired
I went backpacking in the foothills out in western europe
And as soon as i finish i bet they're jaws tired
Cicada screams add fuel to the night
Plus paper ream bound leather to jot down heathers rebound
Whatever her streams plowed through panties to reach out in time
Endeavor deep out skirts
And bridgets cheeks found work of sown in fishnet n twine
Thats why were gettin off
And she got butterfly tat where you call it tramp stamp
Id say its earthy as moss
And she can do a hand stand hats off to gymnast backgrounds
And these forest campgrounds fill up our stories with plots
She on the back arms wrapped around the waist wet from lake
We wave runner docked awww
We need a vet
Cuz these stray at night pets
Spark the embers n the leader paints a picture take a seat perch on the Cliff jump off
Piggy back rides so we gap that bridge
Bein friendly to f*ckin is all imaginative
I think she dtf so workin at its effortless
Extra extra read about it round the fire pit

We're round the lake and bonfires aid
This ever lasting mask sown into hunters face
Like an episode of twilight zone with stories told
So him n friends continue surface level conversate
Bridget ain't no different just a female h
I wonder what happens when they go leave the lake
Sitting in silence you think they'd be ok
Well thats another story told for another day