a swing in a purple bell of the lady finger Where brown bees linger and loiter long I'll set you a swing in a fairy dell To the silvery ring of a fairy
it'll help you really feel it" By the time we made it up to Greasy Lake I had my head out the window and Janey's fingers were in the cake I think
attention Sleepin in sheets that's made of satin with one of my money makin honies, she's mixed Spanish and Latin She's a fly type of swinger Twenty carats on her fingers
Back draft crash landin Last man standing All bodies full of swords Cards of confusion Killa bee guarntee The guilotine execution Reviloution air pollution New budda diva fairy
Or even use some big words That you'd have to look up But, I'm not a teacher So go ahead and close your book up I could tell a fairy tale so convincing
but the dude doin all right Tell pops dont trip you'll be alright U aint well to lil boy you wit a prince tonight Ya like fairy tales girl I can be
to save a hoe because they can't live without dick So I focus on the mail, Celly Cel Ain't no playa-hatin nigga, I got too much heat to sell Fairy tales
You don't know me, but I see you You got your spotlight, I got my rear-view I've seen it all before I keep coming back for more You got your finger on
A bit of finger is good for me come into my mind and maybe you'll see the leaf is sweet and the fairies wear boots the hand of doom is planning your
waving at balloons This town is full of monsters Sitting on park benches Eating little packets of Sultanas Licking chocolate off their chubby little fingers
hope between us and our dreams were always safe We'd always be together and in that I had my faith I put a ring upon your finger and that smile upon
on a man, waiting on a man to show She shivers in a cold sweat that she's trying to ignore As she wraps her shaking fingers round the loose change by
' down in history As the baddest rapper there could ever be Now I'm feelin' the highs and ya feelin' the lows The beat starts gettin' into your toes Ya start poppin' ya fingers
ink my skin, with your name. And take my passport out again, and just replace it. See I could do without a tan on my left hand, where my fourth finger
I knew it from the start, you would break my heart But you still I had to play this painful part You wrapped me 'round your itty-bitty finger With your
I knew it from the start You would break my heart But you still I had to play this painful part You rapped me 'round your itty bitty finger With your
