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Cup Full Of Vueve (James Leland Ludeau III-Lafayette,LA)

i kissed on your lips sipped from the wine divine fucked up stuck in a rut my gut tells me to move on get gone move around solid ground awaits the one who can wait no state of mind as fine as my wine you sink to the bottom with me the sea dark and treacherous wave after wave i gave you everything i had bad for me we were wrong all along steered by lust a bust a crash flash in the pan i need a man who brings something to the table stable able i'm a boss let me get that across even my dentist hates how i floss got your body let's partay let me use it abuse it don't lose it when i tell you to get on your way go away you're time's up my cup filling with bubbly doubly bring it on all night long in my sick whip rip into my lips and let me have it good would you understand that bitch? which way do you wanna go we could have a show or we can go our own ways whoever stays slays i can almost taste it don't waste it stick my dick in you like a rapist exist to fuck your world up sippy cup full of Vueve i groove i move along the song makes me the man i am damned to think words you could never say spray truth into the air while you stare all fucking hollow in the head get in my bed and work it out pout as i kick you about you come back for more whore why do you date me when you hate me tell your dad how i make you sad but you've had more pieces of me than a puzzle can't muzzle my madness my badness magnified dignified by your want for me can't break free from this fucked up relationship can't quit the shit the saga continues our issues grow bigger my rigor exhausts my ass the gas to get through i feel grateful i do for each day

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