Nobody's Home
35 Plays
•23 Jan 2023
I'm dripping this drop while I drop this drip and flip this shit while I get the script to cure your pain I'm full speed for dead so are we it seems the more I try to make sense the less cents I make I think I gotta wake and bake take and bake make and bake I'm baked like a bakers dozen I'm 1 2 like I was dirty dozen what up cuzin I'm stopping and flopping this drop top one stop shop I'm a lyrical c store made of hopeless romantic folklore even tho I'm poor in the pocket I'm still locked and cocked with my lyrically insane lines and ways for days and daze in a haze from this play I tried to replay my part but it seems there was no sequel I always thought we'd equal the prequel plus the sequel and the original bc what we added up to was so subliminally criminal it seemed honorable and venerable and eminemimenitently stanable but there's always the unplayable and the unbearable even if it wst always terrible or shareable or wearable or fairable. wish those that overslept their bounds would learn out from in and be all in to win not pin or gin ur kin. let's not pretend that we can still say we even friends or that the other bullshit we tend even meant half as much as this we died at the start in the middle and the ending why did all the breaking only seem like bending till I took a look around and found no body home. 2023 23condhandhalo Poetry Pretty Hopeless Wrote This
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I'm dripping this drop while I drop this drip and flip this shit while I get the script to cure your pain I'm full speed for dead so are we it seems the more I try to make sense the less cents I make I think I gotta wake and bake take and bake make and bake I'm baked like a bakers dozen I'm 1 2 like I was dirty dozen what up cuzin I'm stopping and flopping this drop top one stop shop I'm a lyrical c store made of hopeless romantic folklore even tho I'm poor in the pocket I'm still locked and cocked with my lyrically insane lines and ways for days and daze in a haze from this play I tried to replay my part but it seems there was no sequel I always thought we'd equal the prequel plus the sequel and the original bc what we added up to was so subliminally criminal it seemed honorable and venerable and eminemimenitently stanable but there's always the unplayable and the unbearable even if it wst always terrible or shareable or wearable or fairable. wish those that overslept their bounds would learn out from in and be all in to win not pin or gin ur kin. let's not pretend that we can still say we even friends or that the other bullshit we tend even meant half as much as this we died at the start in the middle and the ending why did all the breaking only seem like bending till I took a look around and found no body home. 2023 23condhandhalo Poetry Pretty Hopeless Wrote This
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