At night. You read and you scream false at passing fire. You tear hearts out of passing cars and you say what the fuck at angry haters. And all I want is fucking fuck, hear me?

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.