I swear I’ll fake lust with my bust

I’ll even suck I dick if I must

I need the might dollar and in that God I trust

But I’m not doing it for the dust

Imagine as I take you back to 85

A young girl starving

How I cried?

My daddy and my mommy had me orphaned

I sometimes wish that I were an abortion I swear I’ll fake lust with my bust

I’ll even suck I dick if I must

I need the might dollar and in that God I trust

But I’m not doing it for the dust

And so the sorry goes you know the rest

At least you think you do when you’re looking at my breast

Imagine copping with your youth when hunger

Your pretty, but you haven’t got a penny

It’s almost a life sentence to this style

Even though you tell yourself it’s for a while

So I’m not doing this just to have plenty

I’m just doing it so my stomach won’t be empty

I swear I’ll fake lust with my bust

I’ll even suck I dick if I must

I need the might dollar and in that God I trust

But I’m not doing it for the dust

You look at me

How I cope. Its insane

I just know I can’t be hungry again

Like when you call me you know my name

But the truth is you don’t know a thing