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I learned how to treat a woman from a pimp who snorted lines
So if you let me in your head, you'll lose your mind
As I walk away with you brain in my briefcase
Your happy as if you won a sweepstakes
Clung to false hopes that I exuded
But clueless to the drug-like reality that i've eluded
You've never known love so I make it to you
A world never imagined so I take it to you
In the aftermath of my Dick your fatigue is my debris
But I haven't stopped so you pull on the sheets to retreat
Stimulating your cravings, we all love sweets
So you antagonize the chef, and I re-treat
Your body accepts my digs like dirt waits for cleats
You splash me with our nasty, I rinse and repeat
Sexual chemistry creating explosions chemically
The scientists rip off their lab coats to explore their energy
And your hooked
Taking flights to where ever I'm at, your booked
Reading my every move, you trace tracks, your nooked
It never occurs to you that I never see you
And you cling to me because I can always leave you
I'm the dense haystack and your the needle
That buys me more hay, So I can feel like I need you
But I don't so thats how I treat you
Yet coincidentally,
that's how I keep you
Reformed as a gentleman but crafted as a tainted Prince
The King sniffed and snorted the lines of a Pimp
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