Are you breathing --- disturbed
driving to the depths pulling shit i never believed. As i heave my peaved weave i wove on this road i chose. I realize why i rose. Four twelve dozen roses and i'll feel like the chosen as i'm goin'to the top row of flowing. No more bottom shelf bargain basment placements im sick of that shit now excuse me while i hit the pavement and get this shit.
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This shit that shit what shit should i hit. Wichever fits in this lil bit i got. If it aint hot then i aint ross...