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letra de neverland - the forgotten archetype

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i dreamt of being a pirate
but this little sh-t got in my way
he saw the goals and dreams i loved
and stabbed them in the face

oh, doctor doctor
i keep screaming in my sleep
i keep seeing freaky things
mr. doctor, won’t you help me?
hey, wait there, man
you’re peter pan
aw, cr-p, well then
where the h-ll’s my doctor?

i’ll get you for this, pan!

oh, captain hook, he’s up to his old tricks
let’s k!ll him, ’cause really, he needs his fix

“all it takes is faith and trust
and a little bit of pixie dust”
i’m tellin’ you, this is wiccan sh-t

you’ve taken us to a better world
we can leave our feelings down below
as we soar through the skies
with the clouds in tow
look at peter pan
touchin’ that sn-tch
feelin’ from behind
man, what a catch
she’s lookin’ so fine
tryna get inside
she’s callin’ out his name
wendy’s open wide

he’s lookin’ ’round and she’s screamin’
the mescaline kicks in and he’s dreamin’
where’d he leave his dro, he can’t be forgettin’ it
he needs to relax, it was set and sh-t

smackin’ the b-tches up on the street
don’t pretend you ain’t seen, skeet skeet
skeet on your face, yeah that’s right
all in their hair, f-ckin’ what’s tight

if you could see the e
you wouldn’t be sittin’ there, f-ckin’ smokin weed
’cause in the club, all the grindin’ is the place to be
gettin’ crunk, with your bros, s-xin’ hoes for free
this is neverland, so you better watch where you be

you know the s-x in neverland is dreamy
f-ckin’ parties always end up steamy
so drop them pants, and f-ckin’ smack your ho
fling after fling, you know this sh-t gets creamy
drugs are whack, so you better get some crack
slap that arm, load up some smack
f-ck that b-tch, ain’t cuttin’ me slack
in the end, no one’s got your back

what the f-ck???
this isn’t what i ordered!!!

peter, where have you been
it’s been so long
i don’t know where to begin

we’re off to neverland

saying stuff is good

peter, do you realize
that you’re psycho?
you’re f-cking insane
why would a boy
be able to fly?
you are a douche bag

crikey! this blimey chap o’er here
keeps tootin’ my whistle
playin’ the skin flute

who the f-ck is peter pan?
seriously, i don’t know who you’re talking about

wendy is a b-tch

- the forgotten archetype

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