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BANKS - Stroke (Live And Stripped)

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You want me, you want me
Want me to stroke your ego
Beg for it, die for it
I got the touch, placebo
Nothin' that you wouldn’t do
Lie to get back in my room
'Cause that’s what narcissists do
You want me, you want me
Want me to stroke
Say it’s hard to breathe inside my ocean
I gave you the deep, but you’re still floating
You would let me drown to save your own life
Don’t think I can’t see your soul is soaking
It’s always in my head
Everything is always about you
You tell me you’re a book that I misread
You just wanna tell me what to do, ooh whoa oh
You want me, you want me
Want me to stroke your ego
Beg for it, die for it
I got the touch, placebo
Nothin' that you wouldn’t do
Lie to get back in my room
'Cause that’s what narcissists do
You want me, you want me
Want me to stroke
Stroke
Gather all your money, make a symphony
I looked it over and the thing got steeper, yeah
And even though you wanted me sweet, you could call me savory
You’re treading water and the wound got deeper
It’s always in my head
Everything is always about you
(You used to get it on the low)
You tell me you’re a book that I misread
(You always said I was your type)
(You said you got it down below)
You just wanna tell me what to do, ooh whoa oh
(You wanna give it to me right)
Tell me you’re so good at it, good at it
You say don’t wanna quit, and you
You say you won’t run out of love, out of love
Say you got enough of it for two
I’m ended up, you been invited
You’ve been tellin' me, now I’m afraid
You’re running up to the table invited
You want a taste of my lemonade, yeah
You want me, you want me
Want me to stroke your ego
Beg for it, die for it
I got the touch, placebo
Nothin' that you wouldn’t do
Lie to get back in my room
'Cause that’s what narcissists do
You want me, you want me
Want me to stroke