Lyrics Taylor Bennett - Grown up fairy tales Hail Mary pitch in the air The fist on my pick was the myth from my hair My 'fro shot a flair, pardon my stare My deer in the headlights Jesus can stare and I bet she just glares Eyes, glazed as a doughnut Fresh as a baby and raised like a grown-up I tell
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