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Watch as you dance in my palm
You promised to turn off the dark
It's you or the disease
I'm on my knees
I'm still fiend
You alway beg
You always plead
But

But it feel good don't it?
He grip her tight choking forcing her to give him pleasure
Hand covering her mouth she shout but can't be heard
Gave in

tense
I see her think to myself she sure is a goddess
Yeah I got this image embedded in my mind
I punch a hole in the clock and turn back the hands

spirts running from a curse
Just delete when haters comment bury shit and put it in the dirt
If we argue I buy her a purse, bigger bag I show her what I’m

a casket
They call me Braum
(Hey hey)
Freljordian hero whose power be outdoing bombs
(Hey hey)
Crushing through mountains of villains like bugs in my palm

Cats lame, the rap game in a weird place
Every time I listen to niggas I get a earache
That coke coming in a square shape
I drop it in hot water

the Johnson, I'm rocking
Just her cookie, I'm killing
Backseat, in the Chrysler
The windows is tinted

We ain't never the same
You a water main break, to a big

by the river's brim
a hey ho bonny o
The eldest pushed the youngest in
The swans swim so bonny o

Oh sister, oh sister, pray lend me your hand
with

The world looks easy in my window frame
There's a plane taking off, there's a palm tree that's swaying
And up in that shuttle I've imagined your

all, I just made her 180
I'm like that's my lil bitch, my hands on her hips
Shawty good with the lips, she talk up a storm
Ice out the wrist, brand new

caught her eye
Now in her hands they seemed alive
And as each letter she unsealed
A small piece of the past was revealed

For Christmas weaves a life long

it stay in my hand

Shawty you know that my money be long, I'm cool by the end of this song
Bout the smoke, so I'm lighting it up wit a bong
My brother

then to her
"It's the truth, I'm known as a liar"
"Come here, me old flower
I've seen ya before!"
"Give the woman in the
Bed there more porter"

She'd

leaving

Oh this isn't what you wanted from me
But you got it so you're getting haunted by me

Getting haunted by me
I'm the dark figure you see
Crawling in

Verse One:
Sweet Beatrice is rooted to the earth 
In such an arresting way
c magnetic pulse grounds her with singular authority
cnd her charge is

Adafa got hits!
When I wake up, I grab my Glock 'fore I make my bed
Hundred k by one, if you still sleep might as well play dead
Left hand new face,

Not like grim reaper more like presidential suite
Red bone come and greet me call her friends I need three 
Shìt sound like a cult they call me daddy in

She got her hands up on her knees
and then her bows on her thighs
She like to twerk and that's for sure
Cause I can tell how she ride
She got me

The Hand That Rocks the Cradle

The Smiths

The Smiths

1984

you till the day I die
There never need be longing in your eyes
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
Ceiling shadows shimmy by
And when

The Hand That Rocks the Cradle

The Smiths

The Smiths

1984

matters 
And I'll love you to till the day I die 
There never need be longing in your eyes 
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine 
Ceiling

in the club, my hands on her thigh
A east side nigga put his hood in the sky
She like what I say, I like what she do
Turn that ass around and drop

hair, pull it
Put the toolie in, grab a tooth and move it
Back and forth and pull it one by one, I do it
Like it's a scene from a scary movie
Never knew

left hand wrecks your self
I'm just a self destructive rapper with a message
Don't do drugs, rather give them to me for Christmas
And stay in school, but

it
I got a bucket filled with gas
It just won't fit in the jar
I got a hand full of that ass
Can’t fit no more in my palm
She likes me for my drive
She