Kleptomaniac

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Rog (transl. Malady) is a 2005 Indian Hindi-language romance thriller film directed by Himanshu Brahmbhatt, written by Mahesh Bhatt and produced by Pooja Bhatt. The film stars Irrfan Khan and Ilene Hamann. The film was released on Irrfan Khan's 38 Birthday. more »

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Me and you baby, I think, I can see it
Smoking on the balcony, you gorgeous when the breeze hit
Will you take a trip with me and run from reality
Ain't never had a grip, just pray in actuality
Heard a voice through the grapevine said it's factuality
How'd you treat mines? Why I'm in control like gravity
Said she a demon, know I gotta lotta those
Prolly had a lotta hoes
Me? Sides the drugs I cleaned my nose
She my wife but no propose yet
Cuz you know I'm not opposed yet
See these days I don't trust a soul
Already had me skeptic
Searching like a kleptic
Now my mind is hectic
Catch a breath like an intercept bitch
If he right, I'ma f*ck on the next bitch
Take a step back go back to ya friend bitch
Ain't got time to waste my time, so you better be real cuz well, uh
Didn't wanna love you I'ma be real
You the feel the same, and this shit scary
So was my first pill,
But I swallowed now it's like xan me
Only difference bars are certain
Ones I'm writing closed the curtain
Found real love once, shit was hurting
All else deserted, maybe this is karma
Me and you baby, I think, I can see it
Smoking on the balcony you gorgeous when the breeze hit
Will you take a trip with me n run from reality
Ain't never had a grip just pray in actuality
Too many fantasies, how do I stop falling fast?
If my heart break, that was my mistake
Rocking to Jburns plug ask how much I needa take
I don't even know here's my wallet what's my prize
Thought the answer you, such a surprise
Know I got this thing called a gut it never lies
Is the truth too ugly, accept she would harm me
Or my source outdated guess we'll be patient
Feel bad cuz these words aren't great
To earn my trust don't start these days
I was born too nice such a simple fate
But you're flattened by the number eight
Mind, split, call it serrated
Mis, fit, call it vacated
I, land, myself it's safe
Out, you, less overthink
Fucked up, yea I know
Self, ish, sometimes I know
No, one, wanna hurt
But, when a chapter close
Sit back do reflecting
One or two were weapons
Hoping I inject your love until the casket that I step in
Me and you baby, I think, I can see it
Smoking on the balcony you gorgeous when the breeze hit
Will you take a trip with me n run from reality
Ain't never had a grip just pray in actuality
Me and you baby
Think that I can see it
Having all these visions
Having all these visions I need more prescriptions

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