Yung Moon – Warsore (Occultist Playboy Death Trap Beat)

Too much trill, pockets stuffed with cash while mouth dripping sauce and calimary, the lean bottle overflowing while all your friends tell you that you’re a good person…. Had to bring it back to dismal, rural, cold and godless beginnings I was raised in.

Where the night is dark… and the moon hangs cold…

 

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