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
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