fanastice ride




He warned me before i even knew it 

he told me to run before i even knew it

but what the hell he gave me a run 

the passion he gave me turned into something much more

something desire couldnt handle, something my heart couldnt take 

he let the fire burn and burn and burn some more 

the only thing wet is the sweat coming down our souls 

DAMN he told me run but before i knew it i got on his 

fanastice ride and took a trip 


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