MK Ultra (Not A Rapper)
MK Ultra (Not A Rapper)
MK Ultra (Not A Rapper)
MK Ultra (Not A Rapper)
MK Ultra (Not A Rapper)
MK Ultra (Not A Rapper)
MK Ultra (Not A Rapper)
MK Ultra (Not A Rapper)
MK Ultra (Not A Rapper)
MK Ultra (Not A Rapper)
MK Ultra (Not A Rapper)
Her perfume smelled like pine resin
And her manner took me back to the days
Of stone wash and Trans Am
But she was buying
The last time I stood face to face with naked flesh
She was behind a glass window
A quarter only gets you twenty seconds...