The point of all these drunken tales sketched soberly?
No toys allowed. Only islands where we forget broken dreams
Cuz here, cannibals eat their hearts out at the chest openings
Can't write you away. Is that how regrets supposed to be?
Best I ever had?! That's even a stretch'fa yoga peeps
It's when you notice idle hands, man tends'ta over think
It's cool right? when all your friends are drunk & in bloom
But waking up like: fuck! The light! Is the sun in my room?
Old folks? Can't help to think I'll be one of 'em soon
I mean, it might seem far now.. But all'a sudden it's zooooom
that was fucking a dope art and deep man, your flow was on point your content is nasty. glad to see you writing. the part i quoted was insane the rest was dope but the part i quoted was g as fuck
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