“She would be my queen
I could be her king
Together, she would make me cool
And we would both rule, forever
And I would never feel pain
And never be without pleasure, ever, again
And if the rain stops
And everything’s dry
She would cry
Just so I can drink the tears from her eyes
She’ll teach me how to fly
Even cushion my fall
If my engines ever stall
And I plummet from the sky
But she will keep me high
And if I ever die
She would commission monuments on her bosom
To hum
Or maybe she’d retire as well
A match made in Heaven set the fires in Hell”
Lupe Fiasco- The coolest
