Testo Mom's Drunk

Testo Mom's Drunk

Oooooh how

Generate the wave

On the ground

Deep cleeeaow
A photopass

Four words of hate

Me I'm packing bleak, yeah



Her refrain

Spred over the stars

A stock went by

Me I'm satisfied
Oooooh how

Generate the wave

Generate the way



Oooooh how

Generate the way
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