Lyrics:
And of the queues round the theatre!
BOTH
Can you deny us the triumph in store?
Sing, prima donna, once more!
RAOUL
Christine spoke of an angel . . .
CARLOTTA
of your muse
And of the queues 'round the theatre
Can you deny us the triumph in store?
Sing Prima Donna once more
Christine spoke of an angel
Prima
Prima donna, enchant us once again!
Think of your muse ...And of the queues round the theatre!
Can you deny us the triumph in store?
Sing, prima donna,
angel can sing you a song only your heart can get lost in
Never part from this
Only be a part of this
And watch the sparks fly from just a small kiss
sing, like prima donna
Yeah, my choppa sing
Knockout, one round in the ring
Fuck with me, then I'm gon' swing
I don't stop when there's a ding
I'm gon'
Amerika, the grave
Beacon nation built by slaves
Desecrated sacred land
Put the devil in command
No I don’t even know
What’s left to save
you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane?"
Ain't nothin' wrong, snap your head to the song
Word is bond, you get wrong
I'll have you sing like Louis
you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane?"
Ain't nothin' wrong, snap your head to the song
Word is bond, you get wrong
I'll have you sing like Louis
the angles n be blind as hell
How Miyake make her feel she could be by herself
How this Louis make me feel I'm on top of that hill
How can I play a role
fed
Patrolling angels' bounteous
Saint Job, never commit a sin of his shot
I walked out but was still trapped in a box
Church bell rang, it's time
With all that feels
With all of my heart
I've got to bless you
Bless your soul
With my whole
Heart
Fallen angels in the sky
Just try to fly
as good as you think
Live from the city of saints
Where angels will dance and devils will sing
Our heroes aren't real, they live on the screen
Said reach
you guilty by association
Yall snakes movin curvy so yo ass im gon straighten
Fuck ya situation i just want my compensation
Bitch my time is comin up so
like anonymous
Pt the greatest don't gotta acknowledge it
Knew I'd be great since they kicked me from colleges
Louis, givenchi, balenci new prada kicks
can't you
It's a war outside and pussy is part of the price damn you
I'ma get a f**kin' bag so big it rips the Louis
I'ma put out a hit on every prick
woah woah
Demon baby rocking palm angels
Ain't no telling how far ill go
Being hated was all i know Oouu
Ima artist she want me to sing
Na na na na
I be
the plugg!")
She a fan so I told her come & sing with me
Not only do I want the bag I want it in Louis V
Niggas stay close to me but they ain't tryna further me
The Redbloodbow
gives birth to a Ureabow. ThreeGod starts to weep. Then all the angels weep.
Then all the demons weep. The stench of the universal uric acid fills
want
Do what I do, what you do is just watch
Holding up all the fans, holding
Up all the hands
Holding up all the pants Louis Vuitton
Everyone know that
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