And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
His employment turned to a fantasy, this voyage of prosperity
To grow up in a perfect storybook fantasy
That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money
.started makin stak..killing killing killing killing killing killing raps
When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands
That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free
Fuck that what else can i be, that's just the life of fantasy
Whether it was prison or a killing,
Hit it til your make up missing
We're all just living in a fantasy
20 racks really thats sneaker money
I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit
Fantasy falls apart leaving me so frustrated
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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