Talking smack
You wana talk smack while smoking that crack? Hitting the bowl like i dont know. Yall are nothing to me on every single degree id rather be me single n free. No fears or cares nothing n the world will shove n ill rise from these ashes brave n above. I dont know why but shes all i love. Shes all i love n all i want everyday with her i just want to jaunt but when im with her i just daunt. Im over it all. I feel like such a fool, to even think that she could be the one but she sure as hell made me feel dumb!
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