EXASPERSPIRATION - MUSIC VIDEO

The lyrics are all mine.
The image was generated using Leonardo.ai.
The voice and music were generated using Suno.com.
The AI manipulation of my mouth was done using Vozo AI.

Find my entire book of rap here:
https://www.amazon.com.au/Sales-Pitch-Matthew-Vandenberg/dp/1685830749

Here are the original posts, from 2016:
https://www.facebook.com/share/p/17s3BZntoL/

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EXASPERSPIRATION

I get lost in lines when I line up to find love/
It's like everyone is putting a sign up but I've none,
and no one ever asks me to sign up to find some/
I just keep on looking 'til I find that I'm numb/
My thumbs are fuckin' sore. I do push-ups 'til I can't/
Like my head's a pedal and crashing into metal will help me to find love/
A sign's stuck! I can't pick it up, or a chick, and I'm sick of feeling like I'm tied up and haven't the time to try and do much/
Could you just show me a sign of affection, like the salt from your sweat, by lightly touching, in seasoning, my nut so I get an erection; my cashew of a clitoris stands to attention?/
Go nuts!/
Even just exhale and leave my member for me to touch/
Just breathe much/
Count to ten, exhale, and leave me breathless, ironically, after eating lunch or waking up on top of me/
Your store's a drugstore to me. Your breath's the one I need/
Get behind the counter, go down a little, and yeah, just press that and breathe/
Put pressure on your printer so your breast leaks ink onto a note pad: please note the pad that my tongue will be/
Your dribbling's scribbling on the block of me;
that's like a doodle/
I'm not a funnel-web spider, but a funnel, as submissive as a tunnel so come through me/
Flood me lovingly, half fill my lungs with bad breaths as I struggle to breathe, but the second-hand rum is rubbing me the right way: every second I'm pleasured by the sharp taste/
It's your bath and my face. Then bath on my face/
Press 'start' on my waist with your legs as your legs thick-shake/
Leave me with everything but the need for a neck brace/
But brace me 'til my brace is more than my mind's state/
I won't move my neck, so if you're breathing down it move your face until I get a taste of the product of your exasperation and feminine ejaculation, mixed with perspiration, and keep it coming at me at a fast pace, like it's a crate of coconut paste with some coconut a base, falling like I am; in love with your breaths after you wake up/
I can be your mouthpiece if you catch my nose in your mouth babe/
There's no need for no tape coz there will be replays every other day/
There's no other way to love me so just smother me in the stuff from your lungs every day
like it's your love-spray/
I love dates/
Eat more, say the same, then stay the same, with your mouth agape/
I love waits, in delaying spraying, except when love waits in places away from where I'm staying/
If irate then jump on my face, and I'll get you to a place where you're headed, giving you head in the first place/
I thirst for just getting to first base. It gets me off like a thirsty babe/
Put me in a cage and it's like I'm in a cape and your breath's some windy airspace/
I'll turn in the air like a bird in a birdcage of a college turning in a scholarly page/
Polly wants a chapter and your words are for a first page/
Polly wants to catch some and your breaths are really first-rate/
Masturbate, babe. And forget about breaking a leg. Make a lake!/