Romans & histoires Choke Lyrics

By Doja Kat. ***“Can you kiss me more? We’re so young, boy. We ain’t got nothin’ to lose, oh,oh. Its just principle, Baby, hold me ‘cause I like the way you grove, oh, oh, oh.”*** The voice was vaguely familiar, one that Drake had heard quite often when he went out with Sampson and Madeline, during drunk Karaoke. But no, it couldn’t be, could it? His mother would never dream of doing something so scandalous.

I play the music before I stand in front of the pole and close my eyes. The beat started airing around the room, collided with the passion spreading out of me and the fire of the music. I slowly touch my legs up to my stomach, up to my chest into the air. I start dancing and admiring the bewildering of the music. “Sick of all these people talking, sick of all this noise, tired of all these cameras flashing, sick of being poised, now my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it, already choking on my pride, so there's no use crying about it” the lyrics are significant.

I started singing with all my strength, imagining that my microphone was the shampoo. "When I'm falling down... Will you pick me up again? When I'm too far gone, dead in the eyes of my friends. Will you take me out of here? When I'm staring down the barrel. When I'm blinded by the lights, when I cannot see your face... Take me out of here... Take me out of here... Take me out of here... TAKE ME OUT OF HERE!." As the instrumental part came on, I started jumping and moving my wet hair all over the place as if I was at a rock concert.

I closed my eyes listening to my favourite song lyrics and took a deep breath. I can't breathe (Chopsquad), I can't breathe, 999 Waiting for the exhale I toss my pain with my wishes in a wishing well I can't breathe, I'm waiting for the exhale Toss my pain with my wishes in a wishing well Still no luck, but oh, well I still try even though I know I'm gon' fail Stress on my shoulders like a anvil Perky got me itching like a anthill Drugs killing me softly, Lauryn Hill

Keith held the mic and and everyone started screaming He shut his eyes and began to sing 🎶I still hear your voice when you sleep next to me I still feel your touch in my dreams Forgive me my weakness, but I don't know why Without you it's hard to survive🎶 🎶Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling And every time we kiss I swear I could fly Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last Need you by my side🎶 🎶Cause every time we touch, I feel the static And every time we kiss I reach for the sky Can't you hear my heart beat so I can't let you go Want you in my life🎶 He stopped as the band continue to play the instruments

"Eyes up here, Ivanka. Let me see that pretty face of yours while you choke on my big dick. Be a good girl." I stared up at him through watery eyes and sank my head down on his dick, letting him into my tight throat and choking myself with his big, fat cock. I stuck my tongue out, licked his spit-covered balls, and bounced my head a bit harder to get a couple more inches inside my mouth. "That's it! Fucking choke on my cock, Ivanka." he grunted, lifting his hips and starting to fuck my throat. "Damn! Your mouth is fucking amazing!" Spit, drool and slobber ran down my chin and coated his cock. I gagged and wanted to pull back, but I wasn't going to give up. I was too deep in this shit now and

With the taste of your lips Am on ride, come toxic,come sip it under she sang swaying her hips. Am addicted to you, Don't you know that your toxic I turned her and she whined. Ma ma ahhhh ahhhh, to do dooo, hey oooh Its getting to give you love, I took a sip from my devils cup, slowly its taking over me To high can't come down, loosing my head, spinning round about, oh do you feel me now I sang grinding into her. With the taste of your lips,

This life's go no escape, Go hard until I can't see straight, Sunlight burn in' my eyes, How the fuck am I still alive? (Oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa)

“Eyes up here, Whitney. Let me see that pretty face of yours while you choke on my cock like that.” I stared up at him through watery eyes and sank my head down on his dick, letting him into my tight throat and choking myself with his big, fat cock. I stuck my tongue out, licked his spit-covered balls, and bounced my head a bit harder to get a couple more inches inside me. “Fucking choke on my cock, Whitney,” he grunted, lifting his hips and fucking my throat. “Your mouth is fucking amazing.” Spit, drool, and slobber ran down my chin and coated his cock. I gagged and wanted to pull back, but I wasn’t going to give in now. I was too deep in this shit and had dreamed of this for far too long.

The audience cheered along with us as the song was upbeat than those previous ones, 🎶Now there's only one thing left for me to do, Slip on my favourite dress and sky high leather boots Check the mirror one last time And kissed the past goodbye What I’m really needing now Is a double shot of crown Chase that disco ball around ‘Til I don't remember Go until they cut me off Wanna get a little lost in the noise,in the lights Hey Bartender pour’em hot tonight Till the party and the music and the truth collide Bring it ‘til his memory fades away Hey Bartender 🎶 *****