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Feel like I got enemies I can see them creeping lurking through the darkness of the night I can sense their energy Permeating every little corner of my mind There’s a fickle line between their love and hate They been dying just to know the way it taste To be beautiful and on top of the game Keep on trying but you’ll never be the same I’m milk and hon-ey Got that recipe A work of art (damn) I’m that masterpiece And if you want (babe) I got what you need Highest pedigree Finest quality I can feel your eyes on me Tearing at my edges as they’re picking me apart You can call it jealousy My face is a bulls-eye and your finger is the dart Pre- Chorus There’s a fickle line between their love and hate They been dying just to know the way it taste Letras de cancionesTo be beautiful and on top of the game Keep on trying but you’ll never be the same I’m milk and hon-ey Got that recipe A work of art (damn) I’m that masterpiece And if you want (babe) I got what you need Highest pedigree Finest quality From Letras Mania