Prison Wine Lyrics

I'm getting cloned, I'm getting owned I love the light

I pray to god above all the days that I'm alive

I drink a potion from an Almedan jug

Oh I'm going to get fucked up by god

Ain't going to lie I hung my head and got in line

I took the surest path from torment in the fire

I am alone you, brought a bone, am I your type?

No you're a wretch but you'll do just fine

Why don't you reach behind the alter and fix that vomit flavored pruno on my tongue?

We'll float above this nasty ass jalook and come, come on baby come

Don't you want to be my boyfriend?

What's the deal with the passion pop?

Don't you want to be my boyfriend?

What's the deal with the magic touch?

I want some prison wine

Baby loves a hefty bag of prison wine

Why don't you reach behind the alter and fix the vomit flavored pruno on my tongue

We'll fix this nasty ass jalook and come and come and come and come and come and Come

Don't you want to be my boyfriend?

What's the deal with the passion pop?

Don't you want to be my boyfriend?

What's the deal with the magic touch?

I want some prison wine

Baby loves a hefty bag of prison wine