John Alone - cosa nostra (wishing well) Lyrics

She like singers
Can it b
She know where the planets be
I just got my money up
I don't ever plan it b
Come we go to Paris
An heiress
Prefer it
If I buy a ferret
She furry
And foreign
Lemme get my bearings
Lemme eat my salad
If you see my cell
You might kill yourself
If we meet in hell
Means we living well
If you ever melt
You my wishing well
Gold and glimmer
Aquafina
She a Liebherr girl
She don't ever help
She won't ever tell
She no Kelly, or Michelly
She a southern belle
She my wishing well
And I wish her well
She my wishing well
She my wishing well
She my wishing well
And I wish her well
She my wishing well
She my wishing well
She my wishing well
And I wish her well
Fire!
Ina!
Fire burn the haters down!
Fire!
Ina!
Fire burn them all down!
Shit!
Shit!