daydreams of a ride in a pumpkin, by twisted bean
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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 |
Posted: 2011-09-14 14:07:50 UTC |
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