Intro (DJ Ike Bukurro):
Yo, what's up y'all? This is DJ Ike Bukurro, aka Yung Johnny Walker, live on the 102s this valentine's day, infectin' the airwaves with sensual symphonies for you and yours. Today, we're premierin' a brand new EP from a group of gentlemen called "Mystic Secretion", which is produced by the mysterious "Saint Mary". The first jam they whipped up is called "Tearin' Me Apart".

Verse 1 (Goon la Goon):
Mystic Secretions,
Girl you know I'm feelin'
The best when I am with
You.

It's that time of the year
When love is in the air
It's the things you
Do.

When you floss your teeth,
It makes me weak,
When you comb your hair,
I can't help but stare.

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Yeah, girl
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Yeah, girl

Yeah, girl, I watch you tie your shoes
Yeah, girl, you get me in the mood
Yeah, girl, I'm feelin' myself
Yeah, girl, when you touch the shelf

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Yeah, girl
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Yeah, girl

Yeah, girl
Yeah, girl
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Yeah, girl


Chorus (Saint Mary)
Girl, you know I love you
(But you're tearin' me apart)
Girl, you know I love you
(But you're gonna break my heart)

Girl, you know I love you
(But you're tearin' me apart)
Girl, you know I love you
(But you're gonna, you're gonna break my)


Verse 2 (Korey Shitston):
The way you pour my juice
Makes me wanna get loose
And when you wash my shoes
It is lovin' induced

My glory in the mornin'
Is the coffee produced
By you, by you,
And all the worth you prove

If I'm the angry engine
You're the lovely caboose
You juxtapose my rage
With a soft shade of blue

If lovin' was a garden
We'd have crossed at the roots
Thank you, thank you
The chipmunk to my red spruce

Speakin' of chipmunks,
I'm sorry for nuttin' early,
Didn't know we bought nuts later,
And I was in a hurry

Know I'm know for actin' out shit
Slightly immaturely
I apologize damn it,
But controversy cures me

For example, I know you that you
Like eatin' ceaser salad
But fuck, that shit's nasty
Rather eat shit than some spinach

And I'm fed up with your fetish
Of salt on everything
Bitch, if I knew you liked it,
Would have put it on your ring, bitch


Interlude (Saint Mary):
Girl, you know I love you
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Girl, you know I love you
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Girl, you know I love you
.
Know I love you
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Girl, you know I love you
.
Love you
.

Verse 3 (Dev the Wonder Child):
Lament on times never spent
.
The way you make my bed
Got me dead

If love is an ocean
Then you my boat
So get in the kitchen
And make me toast

Cuz you know
When I'm with the homies
I'm gonna boast 'bout all the
Shit you do

The way you shampoo
Got me lookin' for clues
On how to keep you
Girl, I love you

Without you,
I'm a man so lost,
But with you,
I'm a man so boss

And your lip gloss
Like a cherry slide
Keep it clean like tide
And do the laundry

And while you're at it,
Please stop bitchin',
I make all the money,
Why can't you do your shit?

Spent twenty damn years
To get you this rich
And now you wanna snitch
To your friends about

How I make you do this shit
Yeah I make you do this shit
So what?? You need to do it!
So fuck you and the kids, I'm havin' a midlife crisis bitch!


Chorus (Saint Mary)
Girl, you know I love you
(But you're tearin' me apart)
Girl, you know I love you
(But you're gonna break my heart)

Girl, you know I love you
(But you're tearin' me apart)
Girl, you know I love you
(But you're gonna, you're gonna break my)