Lyrics:
you, yeah, you brighten up my day
You're the cashmere to my cotton and I wished you felt the same
More options in the alphabet, I know I'll be
papa had a cotton sack headed for a field
We did not own little brother was crying cause papa said
We had to come along old sheep came off the front
Cotton candy sky
Just you and me high
Cotton candy
Clouds like when we
Drank rose on the beach in the summer
I see you in the watercolor
Sky, maybe
Even when it rains
The sun still comes down
Showers paint the sky
Rainbow hues all around
Rose-plated bodice
Subjects are the clouds
Touch graces
way
I'm not such an innocent girl
Don't wrap me up in cotton wool
Upon a pedestal
I'm not such an innocent girl (girl)
I've got a secret rose tattoo
a women needs when she cries
I can
I can
And I can see you standing in the yard
Tending the roses in your garden
The sun is shining through your
real
Dressed in designer cotton bitch I'm saucy like tarter got sauce like Carrabas for real
Aye, we poppin like kid n play
Bitch I got bucs just like
more
The cotton fields near Memphis must remain a home for me
But I'll always love my Roscommon Girl, she's the Rose of Castlerea
She may not have been
far off the ground
Looking for ways for you to try to bring me down
To your low
And I know
Cotton candy clouds are fading
But I won't
Love the sun
the apps on a Samsung
Designer on the fashion
Cotton on the napkin
Young black kings and we rapping, wrapped in
Yellow gold, white gold
Rose gold, platinum
I'm not such an innocent girl
Don't wrap me up in cotton-wool
Up on a pedestal
I'm not such an innocent girl
I've got a secret rose tattoo
I'm
the yellow rose of Texas
HOLD ON! HOLD ON! Hold on you smart Alec Yankee drummer you!
You can cover up rose, you can cover up yellow, buddy,
But don't you
Cotton candy fingertips
Paint my lips (paint my lips)
I'ma slip inside those hips (hips)
Ease your grip (ease your grip), yeah, yeah
Been
the bingle-bangle, ow!
Nude beach a go-go
Nude beach a go-go
Don't ya don't ya know-know?
Sun tan in the snow-snow
Everybody goes where the roses bloom
Come
suffering
One man food, is one man poison
That should teach e you a lesson
Shey o gbo oro ti mon so orrrrr
Cotton close and no one knows
That she's coming,
Singing ‘bout days gone by
Samuel and Margaret relaxed
Rose was next to arrive
ROSE
(sighs) Being a captain's clerk is harder than I thought. I already
Twenty seventh wagon, full of cotton
Was parked outside my chicken shack door
I kept my crib covered up in satin
In case my baby came around for
the gumballs and cotton candy skies
And maybe someday we'll go back
Can you stay a minute?
Ah
Before this dream ends
Before they're steering us so far away
I
took a half
I'm feelin' gold, she lookin' tan
It never gets old, she never get mad
"We too high to fuck," I never hear that
Cotton candy, sweet
to survive
You can tell old Jefferson Davis
That his prayers, they cannot save us
Nor will Robert E. Lee's
Oo--OO
The cotton's burning
Dixie's
could've known
Someone pass the tissue, cause I had to blow my nose
Baby what's the issue, cause I wanna know
I could never diss you, rather gift a rose
Take
I went out with the vampires
Underneath the old king's bridge
Cotton Mouth asked the suicide kid,
Does anybody got a fridge
Anybody got a fridge
We
damn dick)
No triple 6 (No triple 6)
Just triple 7 (Just triple 7)
Black rose petals, black rose petals
(Black rose petals, black rose petals)
Uh, come
with a gun
Hit me with a timer, they won’t hear me coming
Miss me with designer, these slaves pick the cotton
Praying that this rap is gonna pay my
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