daydreams of a ride in a pumpkin, by twisted bean Subscribe to rss feed for 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
Posted: 2011-09-14 14:07:50 UTC

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