Cupid caught slippin’ in the south-side swamps,
Lust sick doctor with a bag of twisted wants.
Bondage prescriptions, written out in braille,
Love in restraints, heart trapped in the jail.
Marionette moves, I yank every thread,
Dancing through your chaos, the Joker in red.
Harley Quinn to my madness, your pain my song,
Tangled in the dirty blues, strings pull strong.
Steel chains clinking, rhythm on my wrist,
Detox your heart, lemme purge your list.
Slippin’ through the dark where the shadows creep,
Caught up in the cycle, lights no brighter, pitch black,
You the queen to my scheme, strings pullin', I'm your Jack,
Chained to your curves, got no key for the shack,
Sutures in my soul, you the itch I can't scratch.
My Puppet in hand, I’m the jest to your sin,
Joker with a syringe, eyes locked, let’s begin,
Doctor for your fever, save your heart then I spin,
You my Harley Quinn to the end, every loss is a win.
Battle scars deep, I stitch 'em with your stare,
Bondage in the whispers, got me tangled in your lair,
Addicted to the venom, girl you poison in my air,
Marionette love, you be dancing, I just care.
Polished vengeance, that’s your shade of lipstick,
Wounds in my psyche, dressed 'em up in your slick,
Patients in my playhouse, but to you I’m affixed,
Cracked the code to my lust, now we mixed like conflicts.
Heart pounding tricks like a beat on the drum,
Breaking through my sanitarium, our madness has come,
Injecting dirty love, let the serum run dumb,
South roots in the rhythm, ain’t no faker in this slum.
Puppet in hand, I’m the jest to your sin,
Joker with a syringe, eyes locked, let’s begin,
Doctor for your fever, save your heart then I spin,
You my Harley Quinn to the end, every loss is a win.I’m the love doc’ lost—my malpractice runs deep.
Therapy session under moon's cold shine,
You’re the patient, I’m strayin’ outta line.
Cure ain’t in the book, it’s bound in regret,
But baby, we writin’ tales doctors forget.
Strings pull tight, synched like laces on kicks,
Tightrope passion, circus life and quick tricks.
One step closer to breakin’ the script,
You’re my light and my curse; reality skipped.
Marionette moves, I yank every thread,
Dancing through your chaos, the Joker in red.
Harley Quinn to my madness, your pain my song,
Tangled in the dirty blues, strings pull stron.
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