BDSM from FIERCED by Mreek

Yesternight you woke me up
Trying to sneak out of the bed
Tea and cyanide stirred in a cup
Do you really want me dead
Want to tease my appetite
You don't have to apologize
Went to confess your homicide
Between love and drowning flies
Choose your moves wisely
And move your choices carefully

You can suck my intellect
You can dry out my what's next
But baby don't stumble me
Yeah baby don't stumble me
'Cause I got me stable down

If you don't behave yourself
You'll end up like everybody else
The sad clown stored on the shelf
Then it's too late to ring them bells
Once you've reached my point of view
No offence to your demise
When it's time to counter-sue
It's your turn to compromise
You can choose to move early
But choose your moves carefully

You can suck my intellect
You can dry out my what's next
But baby don't shit-talk me
Yeah baby don't shit-talk me
'Cause i got the story down

You can lecture my interns
You can set my growing debts
You can fry my many burns
You can fuck my poker bets
You can try to tie me up
You may want to slap me down
You might need to stuff me up
Now put those handcuffs down

Lose your moves already
And choose your moves carefully

You can suck my intellect
You can dry out my what's next
But baby don't story me
Yeah baby don't story me
Ooh baby don't story me
Please baby don't story me
'Cause I got the sequel done

• Rock
• Saint Hubert