Lust
The women call me broken hearted
for the moment it's like I'm emotionally starving
but to get patched up from a heart brake
trust me it's gone cost ya
you can't buy love she cost too much
but for the right price you can
have this woman we call "Lust"
you can sex her & suck on her as many times as you want
and no I ain't fronting
but when you get that nut
and realize after all the love you give her
it still wasn't enough
and she finally opens up & makes it known
she's everything she wasn't
just remember... I told you so
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