THE SANDWICH YOUR MOM NEVER MADE YOU.

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SLEEZMOVES.

ballin up my fists at every gust of wind.

Bitch better have a smoothie ready when I wake up hungover.

hide in the summer of two thousand and nine.

'will try harder tomorrow'

ALL I CAN DO IS SIT HERE AND WAIT FOR A CIGARETTE TO COME HOME.

I WISH I KNEW WHAT THE FUCK WAS HAPPENING TO EVERY SINGLE ONE OF US.

WHO CARES WHAT HAPPENS

Poorly rested. Poorly received.
My main and my side both think I stink.

Melting every bridge b.