http://youtu.be/_XCVnV5CGh0I've Got To Tweet You My Skin.
My self shots, deep in the crotch of me,
Are deep in my pants and you're just a new notch for me.
I've Got To Tweet You My Skin.
I tried Huma Abedin.
I said to myself this arrangement will never go so well.
So this sexting I can't resist 'cause baby I know damn well,
That I've Got To Tweet You My Skin.
They'll sacrifice me as a dhimmi Jew,
For the sexts I keep sending you dear.
In spite of a warning voice when I cum in the night,
It repeats, repeats in my ear,
There's that mayor's race you never can win.
Use no morality.
Wake up to debauchery.
But you know just how the thought of Huma makes me puke,
And want a trade-in, because I've Got To Tweet You My Skin.
They will sacrifice me as a dhimmi Jew,
For the sexts I keep sending you dear.
In spite of a warning voice when I cum in the night,
It repeats, how it yells in my ear,
There's that mayor's race, ain't no chance to win.
Why bother with reality?
Get it up, wake up to iniquity.
But you know just how the thought of Huma makes me puke,
And want a trade-in.
Because I've Got To Tweet You My Skin.
And I'd like to, tweet you my skin.