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call it

there's something about you
can't call it but it's there none the less
real street cred individual
dualling egos get in the way of something greater
I feel it that internal rhythm you play
you are danger mister

you're hard straight up whiskey no chaser
burn on the way down then glow kind of man
my thoughts inflict damage
I'm coming closer don't flinch
or I'll know you're bluffing

finessing your darkness
I bring out the man in black
standing true to his word
always a hundred percent

you don't talk unless you mean something
no time for wasted words
time is money
interested in the bottom line

your bed or mine?

I can see it in your eyes
burning lust

now is it me bluffing?

call it...

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