[Flow]

haunted by my yesterdays, in my lesser days, feel like the dregs of a hollow bottle of blossom hill chardonnay but anyways, im here too string together intricate threads woven to instigate mass commotion, an motivate the motion to replicate the swollen feeling of yesterdays emotions, here to take the flow to 1000 degrees Fahrenheit, so you hounds of netcees can latch to it like fuckin parasites,