Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fantasy , by - Jet 2Release date: 19.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fantasy |
| Looking at you got me feeling like I’m staring to a dream |
| But when reality sets, I always seem to lose the scene |
| Got beauty in the mirror, you simply reflect perfection |
| And I’m just left alone to sit in front of the screen thinking |
| I wonder if I’d ever get to meet sweetness |
| I want it all, but I can settle down for eating pieces |
| With greasy fingers, still manage to keep a neat demeanor |
| Got a niggie sleeping, thinking I’m 'bout to eat this dream up |
| Sweet dreams got me candy coated fantasies |
| You sugar covered choco-latté, vanilla banana breeze |
| Peanut butter, cookie cream, I could eat a land of these |
| Ask what shall I have and I say «put her on the platter please?» |
| Thank you, got a niggie practicing manners, see |
| Wrapped up in your love, I’m all covered up like a canopy |
| But can it be a nightmare, is it bad to dream |
| So hot, girl you’re tanning me in my fantasy |
| Girl, I always seem to see |
| That you’re my fantasy |
| I always end up realizing just how much you mean to me |
| Every time that I see |
| Girl, you’re my fantasy |
| Girl it seems that you’ve just got something that takes control of me |
| Total control of me |
| Total control of me |
| Girl you’re my fantasy |
| But when it comes to her, I’m a cool cat |
| With seven lives, where the other two at? |
| I gave it to her twice |
| Put it in her book bag, zip it up, zip it up |
| Jet 2, too fly, sip her up, sip her up |
| Sippie cup, nigga… Tommy Pickles shit |
| She got that Angelica, I gotta get it quick |
| Then again, I replace all your minutes in with hours |
| In my visions, cause she pretty with a nice set of… |
| A nice sweater on, nice set of kicks |
| Fresh sneakers, wife beater and I’m all up in the mix like |
| I’m admiring sitting close from her sexy pressed hair |
| To her little pretty toes |
| And clean caramel skin like she bathe in gold |
| And hot sexy clothes like she bought 'em in a oven |
| Wanna put my fingers in her keys, Beethoven |
| I get her Gucci then beat- Zaytoven |
| Every time I fantasize, she got me on a planet high |
| Not on this planet, but on a different planet, wow |
| Venus, Mars, Saturn, Pluto, Jupiter, or whichever one you prefer |
| I got a view for her from different planets now |
| Sitting on a satellite, ironic because she a dish |
| And I eat her ish until I grow like a chi-chi-Chia pet |
| Get a piece of that, Dominos, Caesar man |
| Every time she see the man, I freeze when I see her man |
| Freezer, man she got the capability to freeze a man |
| She flyer than a visa, got me feeling like Peter, wait |
| I think I need a diet, can I try it? |
| Be my eating plan |
| Got her giving thanks, Thanksgiving, no seasoning |
| And I ain’t giving Cs in it, she got that grade A ish |
| Eat it all until I make her cheese like danish |
| Then I take a taste test, probably taste like pastries |
| Yummy for my tummy 'til the moment I awaken |