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letra de rochester's paradise - edward rochester

boom! what the deuce is to do?
call me gloomy? just look at you
your girl’s a ten. my girl’s a five
but she’s the reason i stay alive
if she left, it wouldn’t be fair
how’m i supposed to breathe with no eyre?

name’s edward. call me rochester
my girl’s a quaker, cuz i just blessed her
showering her in silk and jewels
getting turnt up just like grace poole
i ain’t a dunce and i ain’t a fool
side ho’s a governess. she’ll take you to school
brooder on the streets
on fire in thе sheets
call me a captor?
i want receipts!

ladiеs, don’t you dip. don’t you dip
cuz i got that bluebeard drip, bluebeard drip

yeah, i cross-dress but i ain’t a drag
look at your girl, she’s just a hag
mahogany tables, ain’t trying to brag
not quite a duke. securing that bag

when i see ankle i get hot and bothered
don’t even know how many kids that i’ve fathered
met a woman in france, she was tres belle
horizontal refreshment in a hotel
then she ran off, left me with adele
making my life a trashfire h-ll

oof! don’t mean to make you blanche
coulda gotten in ingram’s pants
she had that roman physique
it didn’t make me weak
don’t need beauty
i need me a freak
this other chick was literally mental
don’t call her a night, she was not gentle
i locked her up, then locked jane down
don’t be judgmental. i know how it sounds
who let the dogs out?
i was not down
take that beast straight back to the pound

baddie placed her lil hand
with mad faith in mine
and vowed wedlock’s sacred band
would keep her mighty fine

my girl’s an angel
the biblically accurate kind
not real pretty
but, god, what a mind!
just like a s-d-st, i wanna bind
th-rnfield manor, we intertwined

yeah i bagged an employee to deflower
but don’t you call it an abuse of power
mind the gap! as in—our age
she still gets paid minor—i mean minimum—wage

she calls to me! but i want silence
run away and i’ll try violence
some say she’s mid, but to me she’s top tier
when she’s around i get a feeling that’s queer (no h0m-)
i may have already got straight hitched
but that other ho got straight ditched
raise the roof? b-tch, no. she jumping
throw out the trash—
call that trauma-dumping
had my blows but i keep on trumping
think i murked her? i stay debunking

just like henry, because i eight
people mad cuz i want the perfect mate
nero and sporus would both agree
you got to push for the things you wanna see

ladies, don’t you dip. don’t you dip
cuz i got that bluebeard drip, bluebeard drip

this other mans was a straight plotter
tried to hook up when jane was a squatter
said blood may be thicker than water
but i still stay a million times hotter
prospects are dry yet he calls himself rivers
rowland hill beat. he never delivers
free tickets to india—still rejected
ice up that burn. it might get infected

kettle get pot, i’m bout to stir
call me caligula, ’cuz i concur
when i went blind, things were a blur
but, reader, i still married her

- edward rochester

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