Like guillotine

My hand your neck, on top of you

They look at me, dont see a thing

I look at them im seeing two

Ill never get o-over you

And honestly , i dont want to

Your nails slice through like guillotine

My hand your neck, on top of you

The mirror tells me

I owe him something

My eyes are sharp

My skin is buzzing

And she is glowing

I need it now

Not even touching-

Baby lay me down

So far from the make believe

Babe i can never do u wrong

I love to love you faithfully

And thank god that we both are strong

Like Saint Michael

Like Metatron

Like CDG, Yves Saint Laurant

The difference used to pester me

Now difference; spoken melody

Your nails slice through like guillotine

My hand your neck, on top of you

They look at me, dont see a thing

I look at them im seeing two

Ill never get o-over you

And honestly , i dont want to

Its better now than it has been

Its shallow disregarding you

I know the healing art will do

I know the praise that shuts her up

(my) hand her leg, it fucks her up

Reminds her thats she good enough

And i run circles ‘round her head

Its cardio til end of time

Ignoring what my doctor said

Because running helps me pass the time

Like Saint Michael

Like Metatron

Like CDG, Yves Saint Laurant

The difference used to pester me

Now difference; spoken melody

Your nails slice through like guillotine

My hand your neck, on top of you

They look at me, dont see a thing

You might be blind ill follow you

Black jeans riding low on your hips tonight

Ill take em off

“dont say much” but your heart beating so damn loud

I want in her mouth

Touch her waist

Dont rush that

Eyes say “mine”

I love that

Pull me close

Dont let it go

Fuck the end, i want control

My hands up

I feel it

You get so quiet

When u mean it

Like how u want me, baby?

Tell me how u need it

Its not that cold outside

You looking freezing baby

So far from the make believe

Babe i can never do u wrong

I love to love you faithfully

And thank god that we both are strong

Like Saint Michael

Like Metatron

Like CDG, Yves Saint Laurant

The difference used to pester me

Now difference; spoken melody

Your nails slice through like guillotine

My hand your neck, on top of you