Sext, the Fap Flow

I'll let the beat play for you. .

I got a basket full of roses with your name all over it
Thorns is still on to show that the pain still lingers over it
Red cause it represents passion and blood I spent over it
And green for envy when you didn't choose me over them
I was rushing in hallways to see you after classes
Butterflies in my stomach when you played with my glasses
But now I'm just searching for the thickest of asses
Searching the bottom of bottles and pussies for all the answers
Drake in the AM, and in the PM
I'm sliding all inside of the baddest of biddies DMs
Show me your titties, yes, I need to see them
Yes, I need to touch them, yes, I need to breathe in
The sweet aroma of perfume off of your sweet skin
The dark Casanova, sweeping them off they feet and under the rug
Once I get out a good rub, smartphone full of very explicit smut
I could have a problem but it ain't interrupting work flow, life goals
Sexting, call this the fap flow
Cause resting my testes for me is growing unnatural
Caressing your booty is what my hands for
So why you still standing here with your pants on? Hmmm?

But I'm a nice guy on the real

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Just saying. . . Still single