" yo, put one up shackle me not clean logic procreation, i did not invent the wheel it was the crooked spoke adjacent. while the triple sixers lassos keep angels roped in the basement. ill walk the block with a halo and a stick poking your patience."
the world is moving through the song i hear whos that chickin with expression in my ear mine gushin memories have lost everything and my nose is runny in burns deep we prefer the gang but i hitch wil drive in something high guns at age 13.
I MADE SOME WORDS UP BECUASE I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT THEY SAY
Well Now Dont you tell me to SMILE you stick around il make it worth your WHILE numbers be on but you get TALL? never speak verses so versiTILE, STYLE, PROFILE, i said it always brings you back when you hear OO CHILD.