Gundega.

Esmu gundega, dzeltena puķe,

Saulaina, kvēla un pretīga skuķe.

Lienu, kur vēlos.

Zālē es eju,

Staigāju viena ar smaidīgu seju.

Smile, you're the same.

People think that the different ones in this century

Are not oppressed.

People think that if you're quiet and smile,

You're happy and not depressed.

When you walk outside, dressed nice,

You're beautiful. It's not a disguise.

Of how you actually feel.

That you're barely keeping things with your family,

That doesn't really like you, nor cares about things you feel.

Like a Stockholm syndrome, but not a diagnose.

"You are just different, you don't need a dose."

You walk those streets smiling,

But you just feel numb.

Yet you show that emoji of a thumb.

It's all fine, all nice, sugar and spice.

Unaccepted for how you really are,

Forever a weirdo in a disguise.

Go on - throw a dice,

How today will be sunny and nice.

Pretty Baby.|Explicit.

You all are fuckin ridiculous,
And I'm not afraid to say it.
Put those stockings on
And play it.
Cause I am a woman, I'm supposed to
Fuckin sit.
My mouth shut, Imma fancy dog on chain.
I'm so damn lit.
My fur is shinin',
All them boys likin'
Their cowgirl is so strikin'.
Smokin' hot
Black heels, no feels.
Smell my Playboy fragrance
Called "Sex'n'appeals".
An affair or two,
I'm your pretty Mary Sue.
Girl of dreams.
Of thighs and chest,
The costume seams are put to rest.
They crackin',
Cause I'm damn best.
Don't need to put me on to test.
I'll take yo' money, bake the rest,
Into my million dollar breast.
My fire on, boys passin' by,
Mind like a dirty little fly.
I'm so damn lit, mouth shut, perfection!
I'll be your sweetest cherry pie,
Sell me your shit affection.

The hunter. (Sinner city). | Explicit.

Who the fuck cares,
If I'm decent or indecent,
Kind or unkind.
The backbiters will stab,
Some people are blind.
And yet love is so hard to find,
They say, but
They know nothing.
And the words they say are cutting.
Protective and festive they walk down the street,
And yet with no reason to stay on their feet.
We walk and we talk, the reason to fuck,
But all of those days, matched in hell
They all suck.
Just like sheets, minds of sheep,
And nothing in the oceans going deep,
The mind talking crap,
Sit on my lap,
While I'll grab out my cock and I'll fap.
Cause I like it, when there is what to tap.
I'm a whole golden fatpoint on the map of my city,
And there's nobody out there I could pity.
All shiny and brave, we go for the fame,
The sinners of city that no one can tame,
Playing ourselves. That's our shitty game.
Gonna call my momma and say she's to blame.
Imma fuckboy. And they'll know my name.