a wafer on a bee that said enough to her workers how this milky flavor with pone would butterfly the Queen as Ester said a ruleless bunch there was made of gold in mambo
So close to the edge Falling to the guillotine So numb in my head Wishing that I could've seen The lies and the frowned The dead and the downed So much for ***** and giggles So long to ******* and riddles.
They say I'm tripping But I'm completely f*cking flipping Lost my mind on a railway So I think I wanna go bail, ey? They say I'm tripping My mind is dipping They say it's chipping I think I'm flipping Pickle Rickin'
