I say I regret life, I analyze, I do comparisons. I tear down Taco Bells without. Bitches snowball to you and send. They crash in flip flops, dangling hahaha. You hear me, you poll your friends. Scenes own us, fuck.
A matador screens our street sweepers. I mean, us. They say okay, fight! You kill me with your
bitch fuck what the fuck sauce. I come flailing through the night. I scream hahaha, I feel you but I don't feel you. I scream hahaha, I seem slower.
But mattresses don't discuss private stuff, but they kill yo ass. They fuck and spatter they hold
you really close to the ground.