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think you want me too
I-I-I think you want me too
You've got those sick tats hugging your forearms and
Crawling up towards your neck
That's where I want

when I saw him. You see much like the cobra on his forearm, death is a permanent thing.

On point with the pen see the needle l thread

Meditated fell back and learn to keep calm

Strategize how l move and then l throw bombs 

Forearms to your

jeans 
Cross tattooed on your left forearm 
You're an Autumn queen, such a Southern charm 

Watch you rise 
Watch you rise 
Watch you rise 
American

Forearms grip, every lift precise,
Building strength, power, device.

Hook:
In the gym, we sculpt our fate,
Lift the weight, build and create.
From the bench

slow
What's the hurry, we're at home
You and I, you and I, you and I
Oh yeah
Lean back, let the wind whip right across your forearm
Cupped hands,

to dodge them, several make impact
One tears into my left cheek, blood smearing across it as how a warrior would wear it
Another embraces my right forearm

And as we lie on our backs and spiral slowly
You look out to the west and the light hangs lowly 
And I feel the grass on my forearms, your head's

the grinder went empty
I was dancing on his car-hood when he headed Southwest out of Jersey
Tattoos of Texas up and down his forearms
Somewhere outside Memphis

vast once
Time passed, malevolent and slower
Clenched in the fist like a piece of glass
Clinging at each other's breasts and forearms
When all the colors

in the DNA
Encoded by the Exon
Feel it in your forearm
Just make sure yo head on
Took one to the neck bone
And I damn near took his head off
Welcome

an alarm to know when he just slit away at his forearm
And using his shirt to wipe it all away, praying to never see another day
People telling him that

around like a brat
I'll beat you with my baseball bat
And that's a fact
Oh desert rat
Knows where he's at
He got on an L.A. hat
And mother mary forearm tat

for you aye
You grew out your hair, changed your name, got tattoos on your forearms
Baby girl I know it's all to hide the pain that I caused you
That I

give me nightmares and sometimes
I fucking wake up screaming
You're the reason my wrist and forearm
Both have so many scars
You're why I was sad that I

had suicidal thoughts

But I’ve never taken the shot 

I’ve cut my forearm

But I never meant any harm

I would never put a gun to my head

The last

We snuck out past curfew
Got tattoos (Hey honey)
Matching on our forearms (a playful hey honey but playful)
Permanent good luck charms (the most

the opposite when your forearm is stained
Got marks which pull remarks
From passerby's passing through the park
They see you sleeping with the trees
Dying

Geek on my forearm
Boy on my ribs, nigga, Troy who I is
Forbes aim and list, finna have more for my kids
Torn from the pigs, no more chores, no more

believe all the drinks
Made me tend to overthink

Did I touch her forearm way too much?
Or is it time for me to turn things up?
I know that I sense that

an impression
So I'm wearing different clothes
To keep up with her pace
Sweat on my forearms
There's a staircase in the woods
Historical mistakes

Don't talk

and forth
Pointing our fingers until our forearms sore

Wanda wanna be outside
Ari wanna bark a song
Lola wanna live her life
And eat the bugs all gone
Barry

hollow where your body should be

Running down my forearm
A single draw of someone else's blood
Finding that the line has come undone
A bird of prey will

appeared before me
Hovering
An indestructible gun
A gun composed of rayon and mercury
A bubble gum wrapper
A bit of flesh from my right forearm
An organic