Desires - Ephwurd & ANGELZ

I know you've suffered But I don't want you to hide It's cold and loveless I won't let you be denied Soothing I'll make you feel pure And trust me You can be sure I want to reconcile the violence in your heart I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask I want to exorcise the demons from your past I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart You trick your lovers That you're wicked and divine You may be a sinner But your innocence is mine Please me Show me how it's done Tease me You are the one I want to reconcile the violence in your heart I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask I want to exorcise the demons from your past I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart Please me Show me how it's done Trust me You are the one I want to reconcile the violence in your heart I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask I want to exorcise the demons from your past I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart

I sent it, you receive it I sent it, you receive it I love the smell of them bricks They whiter than some mayo And I can send 'em to your house through the mail This is drug dealin' music I'm A-1, so is my coke Stitches get it right off a boat I'm swagged out, every day and night I like to shoot my gun cause I don't like to fight I say run up on me, I'm ready Gun up in your face, it's steady I'm the life of the party, bitch But I ain't talkin' confetti I got bricks, bricks, bricks Pounds of that molly I'm a drug dealer And I'll tell anybody I take pride up in that shit I don't really give a shit And I shoot my gun real quick If we talkin' about them bricks I'm so cokarific So don't get that pretty boy shit twisted Got that big stick for them fuck niggas, that squadron too deep 77191164 them streets Chop 'em down, pack 'em up, my gold ring Versace Hate a block or buy Gucci, pop that coochie like tip drill Dope boy, pop me one, four 28's, sendin' weight 112 on two 6 extensions, them bricks You want a whole ki? That's a piece of cake Numbers of grams, a thousand and eight Met a brick in 2008 I'm only 18, do the math mane I keep flippin' And I won't stop it Fuck DEA They tryna take my profit, they some fuckboys If you got a badge on, you a bitch, bruh bruh I never snitch, bruh bruh Only thing I'm ever gon' trust Is my AK-47 bruh Rest in peace to a hater I saw your statement on that paper I hope your girl ain't got no plans To see your ass later