How the Heart Feels

Without the four war
Motion I'll be for sure
Coasting my brochure
Vacation down shore
With your girl, she a whore
Hit me up, I'm not sure
Not a care for the world

With your mom in my four-door, while I'm
Pressing on her core, and she
Caressing on my thorn, while she
Undressing on the floor, while she
Finessing under yours, fuck it
Take it to the floor, before I walk out the door
She asks can we do it some more?

I start to pause and think about the lore
This someone's mom I think
Make it a rom-com over the sink
Look her in the eyes before she could blink
No words, all she needs is a wink
Before she leaves, with a smile, she whispers
See you tomorrow baby when we link

With your mom in my four-door, while I'm
Pressing on her core, and she
Caressing on my thorn, while she
Undressing on the floor, while she
Finessing under yours, fuck it
Take it to the floor, before I walk out the door
She asks can we do it some more?

Every sinner has a future, every priest has a past
How they expect this to last
In this mine-grass-filled world full of tasks
Hopin your real mind throw away the past
If you tend to find that any you did the dash
Throw away the cash
Throw away the bands
Throw away the white trash
And the fake fans
Throw away the lore
Throw away the reels
Go away don't ignore how the heart feels
Don't ignore how the heart feels
Don't ignore how the heart feels
Don't ignore how the heart feels