Here I sit lit up mornings are tuff. Lil ruff. Bow wow I'm tempted somehow to make this day epic like matter. Fill u

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Here I sit lit up mornings are tuff. Lil ruff. Bow wow I'm tempted somehow to make this day epic like matter. Fill up my blatter splatter my art all over this. City. Why cuz I'm litti. I pitti the ones that don't really. Live give the truth. Bless the fucking. Booth. Feel your youth. Spoof. To the roof getting. My loot. Cashin those checks. Bank accounts flexed. Riding. 60 plus miles smiles. The pave ment. Beneath me is hella fast. Colored glass I hear all the laughs the cries empathy. Inside. Powerful. Feeling it's the revealing healing. Fucking. Hit the ceiling its magical radical. Can' I get a sabatical it's practical. I never ask. I complete all my tasks. I deserve a lot. I've been. Stuck in one spot. I'm fuckin hot busy I wanna date myself. Take me on. The wealth advancement of my life where's my pipe I mean wife bbw on me. Need this it's beyond free. It is all of me somebody release me. So I can see . But here I sit. Again jllit up. Never. To give up. But this. Shits getting. Tuff. I don't look it but I'm buff boof. Spoof. Kick. At the dark. Til bleeds daylight Mom says this. Every fuckin night Bruce coburn. Neil Young's not over. Rickie Lee Jones. Older tones. Trombones. Sticks. Kicks. Stevie nicks. Free for profit lil mofit I cannot stop this it's a power that I devour every hour. I remain lit. I won't ever quit. Ryan Leo the lion walk it out. Take your clout be about. It. Even lit. Be proud. Stand tall. Empathy. For all. Feeling. God. When. I cry. That's me .this is why. My story is truth. No lies. My youth. Blessing. The booth. I reside. In. I own it. No balogne has glitches. Few stitches. Scars. Show. Slightly don't spite me. Do right G set me free by not lying to me all the others. Hoodrats they smother. Me. Can't breath. There exhausting fuckin bossy glossy. With Vaseline. Did I say mean......... Yup. Unseen. Unheard of. Will they rise above the soft like a dove. Or. Fire from the depths of hell casting a spell... Dwell . Smell. Sorry sorry. Oh well u fell. Oh well. Saw. It. Still lit. Won't quit in lagit the shit. Piss on me. I hit. And here I sit. Still lit up. Nights are tuff. ..

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