daydreams of a ride in a pumpkin

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By twisted bean

cinderella style pickin up shit with a smile drinkin all the while til its time to spew bile godmother poppin up sayin its alright child we got hours til midnight so stop scrubbin those tiles and ill work my magic to make the beats versatile n keep the heat from your file down at the station before the trial starts off at the secret location and just in case you've lost your motivation here's a dress for the ball take a fuckin vacation

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