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X Brand Love



She’s my bad medicine,
	giving me fever chills
	and heart palpitations
		Always breaking out in a cold sweat
from her sultry hot loving
	Keeps me dancing on the edge of death,
	defying all my common sense
She’s my no good medicine
Then there’s her foxy, unfaithful friend
She’s got the door to her love always open,
	inviting me temptingly ...
hoping one day that I will walk in
Hot chocolate she-devil covered in caramel skin,
gives me divided thoughts, making my will bend
That’s who my sexy lady always has shadowing me,
she don’t want any woman near me except her best friend
	Both her and she 
are a double dose of bad medicine
X Brand love that is slowly killing me
The heart doctor said it’s a terminal disease;
	it’s an infectious illness,
and I can tell, I ain’t getting well
The brain doctor said it’s a terminal affliction;
	it’s a thought-eating malady,
and I can see, I ain’t getting healthy
The bad medicine those two are giving me
has got me so weak I can’t leave ...
	even if I tried to
Jealousy and temptation is a deadly combination
This X Brand love is triple potent,
with an adrenaline rush
that’s gonna push me over the edge
One is physically loving me to death,
	she’s so insatiable
The other ain’t good for my mental health,
taboo is where she wanna go
Nowadays, I’m so afraid 
of being near an open window
I might jump from the hot frying pan
	into the boiling kettle
It’s all because of X Brand love,
that bad medicine is no good for me
So addicted to the pleasure and pain,
	killing me slowly
I don’t think I can leave ... even if I wanted to
My amorous woman and her private eye girl Friday,
they both got me hemmed in tight every which way
This double dose of no good medicine,
got me chained to a bed of sweet misery
	This X Brand love ...
has me hooked, I ain’t never gon be free
Whenever we’re all together,
I hope the medicine bottle is empty

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 8/3/2017 10:48:00 AM
Freddie, why do I hear screaming guitar riffs reading this? Are you a rockabilly by chance?! ;) xomo!
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