Lyrics

First you were hesitant yet since you took a sip
You've been addicted to this dick
And now you've never been the same - yeah I know
Your way of making sense of all this stimulation
Is so comically adjacent to the truth of where you've been in my room
Oh how miss innocent, a mothers daughter bent like this
And how you need to breathe again?
Open the paper of napkins under the table and take it at your precaution
The yellow, red one and green is too fun
I swear it's safe if you micro dose at your pace
And take off your clothes in my space without hesitation - it naturally comes
I find it funny, those failed attempts to one up me
Only gotcha in more trouble than you ever could've handled now I've
Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha,
Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha under my thumb
A colorful swirl of paper's meant to melt on your tongue
I gotcha, gotcha, gotcha,
Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha right where I want
Them other **** cannot find it yet it's under my thumb
Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha,
Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha tied in a bow
I put that collar round ya neck and make you walk on all fours
I gotcha, gotcha, gotcha,
Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha 'fore you had known
Who knew that freak in you existed 'till I came in your world?
Funny
You know me so well
Envision a hierarchy of patriarchy decedents
Your role is to meet the emperors wishes
Relax your systems and let the visions start kicking in
Thank yourself for giving your life a new mission uh
Name a destination we can go
Ex's car is on the other road
Knock that **** ego moving forward
His musics sucks and no one ever told em
New York **** stay in central Florida
He went there and caught his ass a cold
I won't ever treat you like a hoe
I'll lullaby ya unless you want get choked
Fuck you in this car and eat you out from off the highway
Now we're getting back on road huh
Simple things, the little things important
Put you in your place where you belong
"Misogynistic's" a politic trick from non-logistics who misinform
Without an effort I made you foam
Why I endeavor will keep you grown
Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha,
Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha under my thumb
A colorful swirl of paper's meant to melt on your tongue
I gotcha, gotcha, gotcha,
Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha right where I want
Them other **** cannot find it yet it's under my thumb
Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha,
Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha tied in a bow
I put that collar round ya neck and make you walk on all fours
I gotcha, gotcha, gotcha,
Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha 'fore you had known
Who knew that freak in you existed till I came in your world?
Written by: Daniel Eason
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