I’m a sore

I’m a soul rave you’re ready because I’m starting to dig your grave. Got more shoes than Winnie the Pooh. The grind nonstop. I feel like I’m on top. You can’t stop won’t stop. I’m a mathematical compatible with the keyboard and a rational fictional Rick and Morty and I’m just killing it Yo, I’m so high up. I have to shower for you to hear me I’m the one that the parents be telling stories about I’m the dress of master with the blouse. I bet you are 20 I’m an own a house. Yo, faded buzz with no Cuz cousin is not compatible. We just keep sticking with we got we ain’t rational. I’m like a fictional being there’s no limit (there’s no limit.) it’s kind of scary but in football I’ll throw a Hail Mary Yo, can you hear me down there? It’s kinda getting foggy up here. Hard to breathe. Hurts when I sneeze when I fart it feels like I’m letting through a squeeze. I got 20 hats 20 rack tongue up on the wall.