Fragments of our love That's all we have What we had was fantasy Dreams and photographs Hypnotic melodies Could sing our song A comfortable rhythm In
waiting for all my life Has rendered my soul helpless (so helpless) Whether in bloom or a taste I consume (whether, my rose) My rose and a honeycomb (my rose
babe, just carry on You see I need my fantasy I still believe it's best to leave while I'm in love Too many times I've seen the rose die on the vine
You wanna be my fantasy Why can't you take me to the top? (Get off of me) Desperate touchin', suicide squeeze (Get off) Get off, baby get off of me Roses
I try to make it quick I tell you about my greatest hits my latest flick was a porno 'Cuz I reached that level I fulfilled all my fantasies I passed several
club, plus she love Mos and Wu [Ghostface Killah] Ass wide and fat, breasts mad, hair wrapped Wilma style, chunky, that's how I like my batch You a rose
and I grasp 'em I flash 'em and out last 'em And if ain't good then I trash 'em While you stash 'em, I'll let 'em free And the tell me what they fantasy
just the surface of a dark deep well And how can you prefer to be wit those That sprayed you wit gun and hoses And never put roses on the graves Of the
the room they choose (I mean, I'm Yung Joc man, come on) ?Cause they know my whips, my ice is brand new I let her fantasize, yeah, I'm a fantasy, me
m dreaming and I find myself awake Without a warning and I rub my eyes and fantasize And all at once I realize it's morning And my fantasy is fading
promise to take care of her More rather, she'll take care of me For the rest of her life in the dark, fulfilling Doctor's fantasies I can't do this
And the prophecy read that One day like the Pheonix rose from the ashes That a boy will be born unto a family in the slums This boy will go on and use
the game I want you to make me call your name 'Cause I'm willing to choose for you This is your night, you can tell me all your fantasies 'Cause I'm
space raiders Or walkers or smiths or maybe even quavers 'Cos my love for you is like drugs for ravers With glowsticks and funny hats on I loves you more than I loves my bong (Fantasy
space raiders Or Walkers or Smiths or maybe even Quavers 'Cos my love for you is like drugs for ravers With glowsticks and funny hats on I loves you more than I loves my bong Fantasy
, sit back, relax and smell the roses a fly girl by any other name would still be that but the trick is to see that I'm caught in between future's fantasies
Well, there's an old man's fantasy Put in a young girl's mouth Like cheap pink lipstick Smeared on her wedding dress Will you look what you've done to
, I love it when you give it up (I been runnin') Neon lights are blindin' me (I been runnin' away) Miss Demeanor, oh baby, what's your fantasy? Miss