Forgot what is the future
I woke up to smelling smoke
Is a joel coen done crock
That raise beyond my back
Evolved me exactly get on track again
My name seems written to play this game
Driving SUV touching on my rough bits
Hid in scarf snuff scar spin in survival
Technical schedule in tight
Jobs cob and a hot flows(?)
Then i love magic after you really want it
You know we the atoms of the microcosmos of the cosmos
Heard up to smell of a sweet little baggage
I plug in box and move my hardness
Now im drippin with good juice
Created on talking about babys fools