brooklyn blood pop

blood! Cover fire I need a rumor You’re a school shooter A problematic desire I’m just a gun with the hire I’ll pop your skull and your tires I want your feeling and everything in your fiber Uh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Munchin’, popping on bubblegum Yeah, I feel you on my tongue Lick across the clip of my gun Am I, am I in love? nonton brooklyn 99