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joshua morata - cecilia lyrics

[intro]
what’s your name…
i like that
close the door and come here
now what i want you to do is strip down for me
get on your knees

[verse 1]
puff a couple of stoges, and now we gettin’ ready for business
put your -ss up, keep your face away so i won’t have to see it
you came into this room for a reason
you’re looking for the pay now it’s time for my deposit
you’re a good girl, moving how the way i like it
do a couple twirls, i can toss a ben if you’re lucky
film this sh-t on the tripod, hide it in the other room;
small hole, chagrin, mind is dark and full of gloom

[verse 2]
you know i like it when you’re on top
even with your blank face, don’t want to tell me to stop
why you always acting like the victim?
you said you need the money; and with the sickness comes the symptoms
you keep your mouth shut but your legs wide open
bust a nut on top your body, leave this place and call it even
we both got what we wanted, a payment and a f-ck
i told you to stop callin’ me, don’t f-cking try your luck
i got a glock loaded and a couple bags on me
you better come to me if all you ask for is the money
this ain’t a feel for you, b-tch, this love ain’t serious
i’m not the one who decided to come and play the l!cks
i’m only here for your business, but you stayed for the pleasure
don’t go around your town spilling your love for a stranger
what the f-ck, b-tch, you called the cops?
the f-ck’s this nonsense about? hey, put down my glock!

[verse 3]
aight, i can see that you’re mad
but i can hand you the bag full of cash
and i’ll even throw in my carton of f-gs
toss the lighter now i’m burning one
i picked a hard bargain, table’s turned and now i got a gun to my-
head, this wasn’t how it’s supposed to be
i’m just tryin’ to find somebody, look at me, i’m a f-ckin’ sleaze
i was forced into this life, but you chose to be in it
i didn’t mean for this to go far and for that
i’m sorry
just f-ckin’ take the money, take it all and go
give me a minute to talk to my father
i carry him around on a chain, hopin’ i can get in sooner
alright, i’m ready, and i’m sorry to see you go
but before you bounce, just shoot me in the heart and don’t forget to close the door

- joshua morata lyrics

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