Written by: Mark Swink 
Produced & Mastered by: Mark Swink

Drug Symptoms (Explicit)

LYRICS:

You have your low shirt on cause you say fuck it. You like it when people see them in public. 
You got them big eyes looking for a closet to snag you up and fuck you like you planned it.
You’ll get down with anything that's moving. You need the affection that your dad never mentioned to you. But, you said fuck it. I don’t need you.

Short skirt on. You don’t even hide it. I’m crawling up the mountain to find the highest view. Inside of you.
Less clothes the better. The faster your parts are wetter. Im wide and alive all up inside of you. The highest view.

And when the prey falls into the bed of the lions den. You eat them up and spit them dead. Leaving nothing but the two unconscious heads.

You fucked them up into needing medication. Now they’re going to have to start masturbating to get over you. All you wanted was the satisfaction of seeing them lose.

Short skirt on. You don’t even hide it. I’m crawling up the mountain to find the highest view. Inside of you.
Less clothes the better. The faster your parts are wetter. Im wide and alive all up inside of you. The highest view.

All you need is someone to fuck you. 
Maybe that will change you baby. (x3)

Short skirt on. You don’t even hide it. I’m crawling up the mountain to find the highest view. Inside of you.
Less clothes the better. The faster your parts are wetter. Im wide and alive all up inside of you. The highest view.

Written by: Mark Swink 
Produced & Mastered by: Mark Swink

Highest View (Explicit)

LYRICS:

You came over to get me sober. 
You said fuck it.  
Lets get naked cause you love the way I’m looking you down. 
We poured some drinks and we rolled to the ground.

Baby let’s not fuck around. 
Baby lets not fuck around.
Fucking till we make a sound.
Liquids mixing till sundown.

I never knew that you could take your pants off like that. 
So quick I didn’t see it.
Your legs open already for me. I’m in ya.

Baby let’s not fuck around. 
Baby lets not fuck around.
Fucking till we make a sound.
Liquids mixing till sundown.

Sexting till the end of night. 
You look so good I might start cry. (x3)

Baby let’s not fuck around. 
Baby lets not fuck around.
Fucking till we make a sound.
Liquids mixing till sundown.

Written by: Mark Swink 
Produced & Mastered by: Mark Swink

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