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dull boy this is for you.
I rep the lesser flaunt as I toast fresh croissants in restaurants for a suckers pay wage. They spread the sauce and get to chomp- the best to rock your buttered pancakes. Why expect me not to arrest the cops while eatin flesh and blood off another mans face? Or that I'm less than squat to connect the dots, and I'm stressed a lot bouta florescent lit stage. A flexin broad who stretches bars to the specks of stars til she guts her fan-base. Projects the car etchin the tar with rev's and sparks- she goin a Stan chase. It'd be a lie if i couldnt mention that i get high to Intervention like a deprived meth-head fightin that inner tension. Antidepressants with scanty life-lessons leavin me handy for wreckage; the manic depressive who panics and wrestles with Xanax and devils, completely disheveled. The vessel grows with a few to 5 Lexapro, an excessive dose approved by unethicals, oddly all with small testicles whos minds are viewed for tall pedestals, as theyre the ones pretendin to pencil notes and just seem so damn professional. That's why I smoke raw medical cuz I invest in those with chests clenched and cold. That's why I don't see my breath if snow should come before December blows cuz I ain't got no flesh or soul. I'm less than Oh, Z-E-R-O, but you know me as incessant jokes with resin bowls cuz that's jest Nicole.