She would be my queen I could be her king, together She would make me cool And we would both rule, forever And I would never feel pain And never be without pleasure Ever, again And if the rain stops And everythings dry She would cry Just so I could drink the tears from her eyes Shed teach my how to fly Even cushion my fall If my engines ever stall And I plummet from the sky But she would keep me high And if I ever die She would commission my image On her bosom, to him Or maybe shed retire as well A match made in Heaven Set the fires in Hell, and Ill be -- Lupe Fiasco
Posted on: Mon, 05 Jan 2015 22:30:49 +0000
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