Brooks Hudgins – Only Fans Lyrics
Artist: Brooks Hudgins
Song: Only Fans
Desperate times, desperate measures
Out of line, simple pleasures
Of all of the things you thought you would be
This ain’t it, chief
Love inside you, love in vein (vain)
Lola December!
What do you think about me now?
See, Henry’s handy when he’s got 20 quid
He’s so understanding, for such a young kid
Shoot me up between the toes
And tell me you love me
Camera on, camera ready
Tips comin’ in, income is steady
Direct debit for the private chatroom
What’s that you’re wearing, let’s take it off
Now he wants his money back
Track marks are a turn-off
He didn’t pay for a junkie
But you’ve got his bank details
Maybe you’ll call his mom
Maybe you should call yours
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Release Year: 2020