LYRICS:
Scorned by old summers,
I froze,
Loathed love but I roamed,
Road hunting, I chose,
Substance in the thick of it,
Roses on the hip,
Toted no sticks,
Strip poles with,
Inked ho’s, uh,
A lotus on the ribs, …
this the last of cas marlow we got left, rarest artifact
No one gonna tell me this isn’t hard asf
x
Cas marlow lookin ass