Lyrics:
(Dream on, dream on teenage queen prettiest girl we've ever seen)
There's a story in our town
Of the prettiest girl around
Golden hair and eyes
Beautiful Dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight
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Entirely produced by Marrow
Recording Engineer Kevin Grand
Rapper Nicolas Maitre
Ok
who's playin'
This new album produced by Swizz Beats, Pharrell, and Timbaland
Correction again, this album is executive produced by the Dragon, Pharrell
never even called me by my name.
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings.
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride.
And you don't have to call
ragged company
You know I could never be alone
Take me down, little Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
Her eyes they shone like the diamonds
You'd think she was queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulders
Tied up with a black velvet band
would explore
Costume of control
Excitement soon unfolds, hey
Easy, baby
Call the queen, now
Be my bride
Ragin' darkness
By my side
Seize
I don't need your photograph to keep by my bed
Your picture is always in my head
I don't need you portrait, dear, to call you to mind
For sleeping
well about heartbreak
An everything in between
This album is a compilation of songs
Written and produced by artists Kurt Danger
And Bradley Walton
From
See this ancient riverbed
See where all the follies are led
Down by the water and down by the old main drag
I was just some tow-head teen
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
the king and queen of clowns
We've been flipped like a coin, both of us landing face-down
So please, please, let me grow old with you
After
Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
Send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Say it
Gather 'round cowboys I'll tell you a tale
A story that's hard to be told
Of a trick ridin' cowgril we loved and we called
The queen of the big roder
What's love without tragedy?
What's love without tragedy?
Mother Mary, I swear I wanna change
Mister Jesus, I'd love to be a queen
But I'm from
Blacked out pop queen, amphetamine
The screams crashed into silence
Tapped out, doused in the gasoline
The high times going timeless
Decadence,
The wicked King of Clubs awoke
It was to his Queen turned
His lips were laughing as they spoke
His eyes like bullets burned
The sun's upon
It's a new day
And all you gossipin backstabbin habitual haters
You're all history (hissss-to-ry)
So you can hate, or hail the Queen (all hail,
a symphony
Played by a cemetery
in the center of Queens
You said, remember that life is
Not meant to be wasted
We can always be chasing the sun!
So fill up
Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings?
That's how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one
And another one, and another one
And another one, 24-karats,
Sitting by my window making a wish
Wishing for me not to be
The drama queen anymore i'll fight back
Drama queen isn't weak
I'm wishing at the stars
& broadway to uni to mca
We followed the leader to harlem's apollo theatre
Supreme, rap and the 50 that don't rap
Fort greene, queens, strong island wolf
Meow-meow-meow-meow
We might have to sample that for the album
Hahaaaaa the cat album by the dog
Meow the Jewels meow-meow-meow-meow
Meow-meow-meow-meow
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