, She sometimes gets anxiety and stress. She got a man, From the NHS. She proclaims a week of sadness! She's abstained from telling jokes! The world will see her poor image, (?) A butterfly
skill 'em Local rapeteria for topbillin' Slobbin' - nil and - timekillin' For caterpillarin' - my rap caters like plants Rap insects build eggs to propagate To a butterfly
little horses. So hushaby, etc. Way down yonda', down in the medder There's a poor little lambie. Bees an' the butterflies peckin' out his eyes Poor
horsies Blacks and bays Dapples and greys All the pretty little horsies Way down yonder In the meadow Lies a poor little lamby Bees and butterflies Flitting round his eyes Poor
're keeping it real But you, you can't seem to Cop a feel, no, no, oh Why do they have force us? Through the metamorphose Little butterfly No matter
or who's wrong 'Cause you're not alone so Babygirl, take it one day at a time You can't just grow up overnight Babygirl, I know you're feelin' butterflies
How can I stand to stay where I am? Poor butterfly who don't understand Why can't I fly away in a special sky? If I don't find my destiny soon I'll die
! What an embarrassment, what a weakness, what a ultimate lack of self-discipline, what a loser. My parents never drank or smoked; I put them through hell, poor
You know I?m hustiln working flipping these dollars Steping on honey when we jumping out the shower Yea I?m on some fly shit me on the floor With the butterfly
t you cry Go to sleepy little baby. Way down younder in the meadow Poor little lambie crying mama, The bees and the butterflies Peekin' out it's eyes Poor
was too fly, butterfly It was her time, her time It was her time, her time So much dope on the streets That I'm prayin' for peace But the poor gotta
them to celebrate the riches of their loot - even nowadays. "Six Billion Reasons To Hate" Metal song about the apocalypse and today's bigotry. "Flashback Of A Poor
my nigga now some buster I don't even know You ran up like some bitch pussy whipped by some dog hoe And I'm a poor stupid nigga you had to gaul In love
Must carve, must carve poor cow Slice her up, slice her up, slice her up, poor cow Slice her up, slice her up, slice her up, poor cow Yup Today is
For a long time On your white promises Without seeing the trap Dancing Papillon ephemere Aux ailes de verre Prisonniere du fil de vos secrets Short lasting butterfly
man who will assist and you're a butterfly. Crushed on a wheel! [Roxie Hart] Wait, what did you say? Is it the moth or the butterfly? [Billy Flynn] -
the street I hang with the rich, keep it real with the poor Kick hard metaphor, 'cuz that's what I'm here for Catch me east of the sun or west of the moon Lookin' butterfly