You + me + a room = ?

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Who the f**k is thigh crush

a sick name that sounds like the typa name for an absolute masterpiece probably composed in the late 2000s by some euro-mullato knife munchers whose parents probably work either as security guards of a donut store or co-composers for some of the greatest classical artists to ever exist

There’s a glass bottle in my asshole

talk

I wanna talk, I wanna call you and talk
I wanna walk to your front door and knock
After I start my vehicle, drive to your city 'cause we live an hour apart
Land at your driveway and put it in park
Then do the third line of this verse
Then back to my house and we pack up our bikes
And we ride through the park, chase the sun

aight bet