SHO & SELL

[Chorus]
Lo-fi shota
If I show him then he buys
I like the money
But I need the narcissistic supply
Lo-fi shota
If I show him then he buys
I like the money
But I need the narcissistic supply

[Verse 1]
Gray face on the Internet in a glass case
A bad taste that the cinnamon can't erase
But I'm based while I baste in my cum and place
A bet, how long can I avoid the sun's rays? Then raise
I make a killing selling fantasy to closeted gays
Who never got to get fucked in their glory days
And now they're married with sons who they love and hate
Themselves about as much as I do when we go on dates
They tell me that I am the only one they want to rape
But that they never really would, it's just bedroom play
I send them pictures and they buy me lots of video games
And by the time I get them, they're suicidally ashamed
And then I wonder if I'm sick or if I'm partly to blame
'Cause if I'm honest when his dick is in me, I like the pain
I even like it when he calls me by his son's first name
And cuddles with me after making sure that we both came

[Chorus]
Lo-fi shota
If I blow him then he cries
I like the money
But I need the narcissistic supply
Lo-fi shota
If I blow him then he cries
I like the money
But I need the narcissistic supply

[Post-Chorus]
He laps up
My cum just
Like it's a
Perfect drug
Lo-fi shota
If I show him then he buys
Lo-fi shota
If I blow him then he cries

[Verse 2]
All he wanted was a little from his little boy
The same way that his uncle used to give him joy
While his daddy was inside him and he wasn't coy
That's what he told me after I was under his employ
He said that he was always horny and he couldn't avoid
Crawling onto his father's lap and then getting destroyed
And that he'd give me anything if I would be his toy
And if I would that it'd maybe help him fill the void
Inside his heart that he felt in his pants but Freud
Would've been better for this job 'cause I was just annoyed
And devoid of interest in how he would justify it
I've heard it all a million times and nothing rectifies it
But tell me you got an erection when you heard me sigh, and
Give me all of your attention and look into my eyes
I'll give you sexual affection that'll be nothing like
Your wife or kid could ever do because you are my supply

[Chorus]
Lo-fi shota
If I show him then he buys
I like the money
But I need the narcissistic supply
Lo-fi shota
If I blow him then he cries
I like the money
But I need the narcissistic supply

[Post-Chorus]
He laps up
My cum just
Like it's a
Perfect drug
Lo-fi shota
If I show him then he buys
Lo-fi shota
If I blow him then he cries