My lover's got humor, she's the giggle out of funeral, knows everybody's disapproval, should've worshipped her sooner. If the heavens ever did speak, she's the last true mouthpiece. Every Sunday's getting more bleak, fresh poison each week. We were born sick, you're gonna say it. My church office no absolute, she tells me worship in the bedroom. Only heaven I'll be sent to is when I'm alone with you. I was born sick, but I love it. Command me to be wary. Amen. Amen. Amen.

Damn vocals you is good at singing not gonna lie no cap

Ah, you're looking really good. What? That's crazy. Keep going.

Motherfucker I just woke up and that's the first thing I'm greeted with God damn did not disappoint

Lovely amazing beautiful talented all of the above Slade I don't know any other words on literally perfect beautiful

Damn you sound good as hell.

I've been really busy I won I will listen oh I literally have no words I was like amazing like actually that was so pretty like the fuck like I don't even know OK

Baby, you sound better than me. You ate that.

No I am the only thing in this conversation I don't fucking home put a phone buddy dick to measure it

No nobody's gonna listen to this but I don't care OK well I guess you should be happy then I guess