I walk with a guarded shield over my head, it wasn't designed for you too see, not just yet
I prefer to make you starve for a while, hard body got you hovering over me.
I rise to the occasion, spitting some game on my hand and throwing it, your way, to feed your mind these mind blowing lyrics of passion.
Your life is a rollercoaster of disaster. hard body got you hovering
over me. I'm laughing kindly awakening you from this misery that belongs to you, no other can provide and deliver this adrenaline desire to you. I'm in this world of pain, your in this life of game, trying to inherit my attention. Your going to need a license to get into this heart for all this affection
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