| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 71% | Touch it! | ▶️ |
| 65% | I'm gonna face it, I know you can't touch us. | ▶️ |
| 66% | I'm using it like I'm losing my touch You got a few weeks and nothing just to lack a minor touch What I don't get is why I'm spending all this time with nothing Knowing it's all for naught | ▶️ |
| 73% | Are the one and let that go behind So clear and touchy And you will find it much So clear and bear with me And life will put me aside To you to be mine For all thus to be in life We will be The one So clear and touch Forever we will be And you and me Is never go behind And you and me Forever could be signed For you and me Forever could be true How we The truth is After the one we touchy For now you are The clumsy on the street And all the wake up Something we did together You are You must After all we have to say About you For we give it to you now You must of started So clear and touchy And you and me Forever we will be And you and me Forever we will be And you and me Forever we will be Forever we will be | ▶️ |
| 71% | Touch it! | ▶️ |
| 74% | I'm gonna touch it | ▶️ |
| 65% | I'm thinking I'm speaking for the whole gender call man Just pull the skin back and forth and hit it to a fantasy No sex with five bombs at one time or more This rhyme is to mate and mate They are making of the awakened, the masturbation blues No faking or breaking for the late nights to the awaken If you're so ugly or lazy, you don't get a dip Just touch your own dick or clit again, again and again All day and day, every damn day, you know what I'm saying Jerk up an Italian representative for the whole VD saga And they told, masturbation blues karma Grab your dick, tip, slick, not like the rick, thick Natalia mustn't hurt, glitch, remember what we said Vocal slang, now get loose on the mic for the crash, boom bang This masturbation blues slang, get taken to words that got out of the horny nerd | ▶️ |
| 75% | I am a ghost. cost of killing I can only touch him Provoko this is the frog I've got to put it in a slows down slide Easter Garden | ▶️ |
| 69% | Backing together with rain for 40 days, Aye I like Slain's, but I can't show no pain. My headache, enormous proportions, The size of a bucket, painkillers can't touch it. Show what my little brother's gone. Now I'm torn apart as I stand with the knife. At my heart, we shared the good and the bad times. When walls broke out to the store, it was half time. Remember she came back, yo, And we got beatings with the Hot Wheel Track. I felt the hurt from your own predicament. Lost the scholarship, can't play pro board with torn ligaments. Career suddenly ended, your goal was offended. Suicide, death tips recommended to try black, But you were not versed as we blessed the earth. So let us pour the wine, preventing suicide. So | ▶️ |
| 71% | What is this? Can I touch it? | ▶️ |
