The Nuance - Femme Fatale

Okay
Sun soaked; sun kissed
Champaigne with the fresh pressed
Best dressed; Empress
Connect with a French kiss
Swim inside the pussy don't know what I hope I'll find
Only thing I have left, the pieces of my mind
I'm a scorched membrane, you took your chance at 10 days
Rest our heads on guillotines and use that as a segue
To honour pain, we'll both inflict on connected wrists
What is death when you're numb enough to not exist?
Can't fuck a nigga who can't buy a Patek
I ain't judging you baby girl we both got powdered respect
What are we trying to protect?
I guess a hologram of make believe just made us project
You're no good for me
I'll take a piece of you
I'm no good for you
You take a piece of me
Given a chance would you trade him for me?
The death of your oldest son had me frightened to be
Everything you always hated in myself I could see
The demon of manhood might break your heart and you'll flee
To warmer lands; with suns that wouldn't slip through your hands
You're free to dance and the hourglass is still full of sand
Your paradise has no fear of the afterlife
Your soul's alright just wondering if you'll know me twice
The gift of the martyr, eclipsed by the sins of the father
My soul I have bartered for things that I liken to armour
The road became harder chose death in the face of dishonour
Darkness grew starker, resentment has only grown larger
Why are you working so hard?
Had I chosen to love myself would you let down your guard?
Had I chosen to love the world would you let down your God?
And if I could bring him back to life would you make me your God?
You're no good for me
I'll take a piece of you
I'm no good for you
You take a piece of me
I keep hiding so much heartache
I keep running from you
I can't keep running
I can't keep walking
Walking on eggshells for you
For you

Written by:
Xhantilamatshawe Mekane

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