Text me pictures of yourself in the mirror
Hand around my co*k i feel like im the driver im steering
Im tearing up when my phone lights up and i am reeling
At you feeling like youre so f**ed up, pony up and buck
Your skin's so nice even a closeup of it would suffice
Im usually a lot more picky but you transcend price
Pick up a sharpie write an S on your chest
And then an L U T, and K I L L me
And it's lucky for me that you wanna f** for free
Because your pretty yellow back's like nothing i've seen
Not even photoshop could modify this fantasy
Not only am i awake but youre fast asleep
You look filthy in submission but you make it work
Even though you like it i still get off when youre hurt
Nothings ever been more perfect than whats on my screen
You turn me to a fiend, youre my azn s** dream
Is it wrong for me to say it like that
I don't really care, i just want you on your back