BASEMENT GORE STREET (Ft. rejectedreyna)
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[Chorus]
In my basement, where my secrets lie
Speaking to my therapist, my only line is fine
Hide my sick thoughts till the ends of time
I'll play it off till lamb is steppin' out of moral lines
In my basement, where my secrets lie
Speaking to my therapist, my only line is fine
Hide my sick thoughts till the ends of time
I'll play it off till lamb is steppin' out of moral lines
[Verse]
Grip force and pitchforks, sick heads will rip whores
Loud screams and locked doors, my mind just wants more
I wanna eat her out while she screams my name
I wanna feel her 'round if she feels the same
Oh lord of torture, my illness moves forward
The thoughts of the rope gets my dick hard, disorder
Rotten the odor, I would never mourn her
She uses me for sex while I use her for horror
[Chorus]
In my basement, where my secrets lie
Speaking to my therapist, my only line is fine
Hide my sick thoughts till the ends of time
I'll play it off till lamb is steppin' out of moral lines
In my basement, where my secrets lie
Speaking to my therapist, my only line is fine
Hide my sick thoughts till the ends of time
I'll play it off till lamb is steppin' out of moral lines
In my basement, where my secrets lie
Speaking to my therapist, my only line is fine
Hide my sick thoughts till the ends of time
I'll play it off till lamb is steppin' out of moral lines
In my basement, where my secrets lie
Speaking to my therapist, my only line is fine
Hide my sick thoughts till the ends of time
I'll play it off till lamb is steppin' out of moral lines
[Verse]
Grip force and pitchforks, sick heads will rip whores
Loud screams and locked doors, my mind just wants more
I wanna eat her out while she screams my name
I wanna feel her 'round if she feels the same
Oh lord of torture, my illness moves forward
The thoughts of the rope gets my dick hard, disorder
Rotten the odor, I would never mourn her
She uses me for sex while I use her for horror
[Chorus]
In my basement, where my secrets lie
Speaking to my therapist, my only line is fine
Hide my sick thoughts till the ends of time
I'll play it off till lamb is steppin' out of moral lines
In my basement, where my secrets lie
Speaking to my therapist, my only line is fine
Hide my sick thoughts till the ends of time
I'll play it off till lamb is steppin' out of moral lines
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