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May 2015
You're the devil,
I know because i read it in the cards,
And it turned out you were a fraud.
You seem to be the guy it keeps talking of,
It says all you do is just bluff and get me caught up.
It tells me to go the other way, far from where you lay.
But i just want to stay..

Yea the devil,
Because you make me like you so much and feel special,
We smoke and just have fun, we get settled, then you act mental.
Start kissing and touching, you're such a rebel.
Call me baby, tell me you want to fck me, i swear u deserve a medal..

The devil..
You said it yourself that when you smoke its when you're on that level.
Yea i remember, kept it real with you and stayed on your vessel,
Thought you were special..
F
ck it though, my heart turned into metal.
Can't have you fck up my temple or make it tremble.
Ima be the kind of ***** that dont take sh
t serious.. Matter fact ima be gentle..

You're the devil,
You're going to come back and swoop me off my feet,
Caress me and hug me, kiss me on my cheek.
Make me feel complete.
I swear you have my heart skip a beat,
Then you'll sh*t on me and throw me to the streets..

Yet, here is where i'll settle,
But you already knew this thats why you're my devil.
Joanny Sanchez
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Joanny Sanchez  Bronx, NY
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