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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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