Lyrics:
might be fun to bring
Your carpet slippers
When the dinner bell would ring
I'd serve a can of kippers
Don't you know how to cook?
I could look in a book
Mrs. Brown wakes up every morning
She takes the milk from her doorstep
Puts on a pair of faded carpet slippers
And walks a painful mile
a pair of carpet slippers.
Your in the same job till the day that you retire,
You happy just to sit home, your feet up by the fire.
It's OK to spend all
pages as life she engages
Still dreaming of carpets in flight....
The slipper will fit her, the breadcrumbs will lead her
Through forests enchanted
of bed, Thousand dollar slippers slidin' huggin' the
Carpets.
I traveled the world, and been a lot of places
Believe me dog, ain't nothin' like home
up my empty expectations
But there's always a side waiting for my magic carpet ride
And the glass slipper to fit my foot
I have always imagined this
the red fluffy slippers
Roll out the carpet then dance through the trees
Float up on the dream
Float up on the dream
Raise your head
And lift your heart
The explodes would fit in a cartridge
Your broad's getting low on her knees
'til she licking the carpet (Freak)
My slippers is in ostrich nigga
My chinchilla's
A little spider crawling from the carpet to the bathroom
There are so many obstacles he has to deal while passing
Dog sniffing around he knows he's
a pound of Lemon Kush, call that pack the lemon drop (ahem)
Canary yellow lemon watch (brr), big bird, yellow top (nyoom)
Yellow Polo, Polo slippers
Stepping on the stage I'm on my shirt and slippers
Skipping on you hoes like life is a god damned Tinder
Rolling shit and I don't care it's Benz
cover
You appeared from nowhere like the genie with the magic lamp,
My three wishes all in one.
Take me on your magic carpet
And save the day, save
I don't quite belong here
Somethin' just ain't right
I've known it for a while
I'm bustin' out tonight
Put on your pair of slippers
Meet me in
Sunday afternoon
And I'm all alone
Sunday afternoon
My slipper on the stone
I guess this is time to choose a side
I guess it's the loneliest time
I
On the way home to her prefab
Sneaking Bendryl
In a paper slippers rehab
If you're gonna drive
Honey, I'm gonna drink
Tonight I'm gonna push it to the brink
Man
Can you trust me?
Cinderella Man
Only if you believe in fairytales & nightmares
Ride up on your carpet
Hide from the knight's guard
Just so we can
Uh
I don't wanna be a frog
Give me a kiss yah
And why this N*gga Maui
So dismissive yea
And shawty really went and left her slipper yea
And Coco
There you are new among the old folks
Every day you ask when you can come home
Slippers line up to watch tv
A trolley comes rattling with beakers of tea
Fifteen late, I'm in a state
I flew in, But the carpet wasn't magic, wasted again
Got no excuse, rubbed a lamp
But the genie won't come out
Don't
a slug to his chest
A hole in his vest, worst of all he made a mess all over the carpet
Started to tumble all over the place
'Cause a bullet has no name,
up
Don't ever let that boy see you cry
Step into your glass slipper
Girl put that shit on
Champagne and glitter all night
I know when it strikes
ordinary fairytale (Fairytale)
Will the glass slipper fit? (Slipper fit)
Will a gentleman kiss my wrist? (Kiss my wrist)
Oh, will he climb a tower to rescue
thinking bout
I said don’t blow my high
I’m on that carpet ride
I’ve been swerving, I’m a servant to my magic side
I was in that magic city, going fifty
swagger in her slippers, that's the flippin' Grammy shuffle
Ohhh whoa oh oh oh oh oh
We gettin' fancy, fancy
Ohhh whoa oh oh oh oh oh
From New York
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