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Mar 2019
Cream of the crop, won't you take off your top
It's too late to stop, next your ******* should drop
I'm kissing the ground that you tread like it's hot
Know I've been stirring and cooking this ***.

Holy **** I spilled it

Loose leaf messages, my texts send direct
Oh what I would give to taste your neck
Which scene is next, **** I'm the director
Holding the controls, here's my fill in Hector
Gotta specter detector, the phantom is prowling
Who let the cat loose, I love its yowling

Madman symphony, Bethoven isn't **** to me
Frames of time in history, make nothing more than hits to me
Girl please hit on me, much to give but much to need

Dance with the system, fully electronic
7 more drinks and I might be super sonic
Slick black, blonde hair, what's a sayain born to fear
God is just another power level to me

Can you see?
Nice eyes
You're born to believe
In me, and you, I may have a clue,
Credit to my formula, you love how I adore you girl
Pushing pink buttons on your insides, your insides

Could you just be mine for this night

I feel fear, I excite, was my timing right
All to give, none to take, it's a clean mistake
Is it fake, or half baked, please return the plate

Alone at the restraunt I'm afraid to call your name, the seat you chose was perfect I'm afraid to shake the frame, a thousand simple questions know the answers feel mundane, to start and end our romance I will try to win this game, run jump crouch and hide, take myself for a ride, not like if I **** up ill actually die.
Written by
Avestani  27/M/In My Head
(27/M/In My Head)   
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