Introduction

Meek tightened his grip on the sleek, gold pistol he held to her head and tossed her the small baggy of cocaine. "What's it gonna be, Robyn? You either stop fucking with her or I'll make sure she hates your guts." He snarled.

Oh, and babe I'm fist fighting with fire
Just to get close to you
Can we burn something babe?
And I run for miles just to get a taste
Must be love on the brain