with a matching thong pretty face in the place what you sittin for once you wind up on your waist what you hittin for glitter on your face seven karats on you face caged
waiting While back in Montreal we were just speculating. In cell number seven Cell number seven Cell number seven Cell number seven ain't nothing like Heaven. The Birdman was sleeping in cage
a mouse on the couch we sit, Fillin' the pouch eatin' sour patch kids, Coffee Shop stop we found another strand ya'll, Searchin' for the dank the space cage
