i forgot what is the future i woke up to smelling smoke is a joel coen done crock broke dont wanna snaps they lay down pain that raise beyond my back evolved me exactly get on track again my name seems written to play this game fitting infamous foe the floor hits hard and im not to like it i can not live driving SUV touching on my rough bits hid in scarf snuff scar spin in survival god of our blessed you aint see me yet set to get things right technical schedule in tight jobs cob and a hot flows(?) then i love magic after you really want it and i want
optimism
you know we the atoms of the microcosmos of the cosmos heard up to smell of a sweet little baggage with negligible i plug in box and move my hardness now im drippin with good juice use forgot schools who have to love issues created on talking about babys fools
open the door the generation see that gets that mind first nothing gonna advance the misfits gotta fix up they cant fuck with this luck
love for such good for good looking out support and adore foreseen so youll see itll be everywhere men
even travelled inside trying to unravel my babel in a babel im flying by the looks on my survival i dislike pain so i revive in time without any they dont mean no to give up
optimism
i woke up to pop off if you try to drop a girl get her used to money i got seizure to see furnace clean dont worry dont bug me kiss and want to leave with all that ive got dear god im good i rock cool feel top pops quite astonished and im rough with this touch hard flow flow