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Backstory:

This song need a serious makeover. It was written during my time with mental illness with hallucinations. I am keeping it due to the fact the rise of intellectual theft and I promise I will write my story about the love of lyrics once I ever place a song or hopefully before I die. How music and mental illness tie-up.

Lyrics:

                                                  
Verse:
Drink after a glass of wine
Kindle Jackson had me tipsy
The creepiest thing happen
I swore my ex found the gris gris
Who that man standing out of the TV
In a black silver robe
Grabbing his disco stick
Like at my own private strip show

Chorus
Honey tease
I'm so wrapped in the show
What kind of magic in what he hold
Honey I'm so teased
Freaky but got me hot with ease
standing butt naked in my dreams
It's a nightmare got me
what the hell he doing
boy you got me bleeding
Honey I"m so teased

Verse
He grab me by the hand
whisper pearls I'm your man
he change to a gray suit
bake me some cake
ask for my pie
Show me diamonds in my eyes
I fell on the carpet slowly
Reading the newspaper born in Brocklyn 

Repeat Chorus

What kind of nightmare when a brother can do a lap dance
Make a bee want to take a chance
Make you want it bad
Fill his pants with you cash
Speaking:
I woke up with tens and five turn to ones
I don't need a shrink I need a priest
wake up so dam mad
Please honey tease
I been officially stalked by a spirit or some bad hoodoo