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 everything's dry She would cry, just so I could drink the tears from her eyes She'd teach me 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 she'd retire as well A match made in Heaven set the fires in Hell,and ill be the coolest nigga, what?-
lupe fiasco
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