[My love is as a fever long­ing still]

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My man? He the Prom­ise King— I can’t open my mouth but he’ll swear such and such. Try and stop him, see where that get me, Buyin’ me shit he can’t af­ford. My love, the Prom­ise King— Why he make ’em, can’t keep ’em, I couldn’t say. Fig­ure he get High on the way it Bind us for a minute, till he Lie, that’s all his word is— My man Love, the prom­ise king: I break it if I bought it, I own it if I caught it, I spend it if I got it.

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