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When I'm isolated, that's my favorite. Curving women and making money. Please leave me alone, let me preserve this feeling. I ain't got nothing for you, especially time to be neighboring. Thank God for this five-star catering. Silence in Cartier frames, dreaming of soaring in Bombardier planes. Times are changing, these young kids—I haven't seen stranger things. TikTok is pervasive. My swagger used to be persuasive, But how can you compete with a dopamine hit every 26 seconds? Conversations, privacy, and intimacy are at a cultural loss. We in a deficit. I guess I should just embrace it. Oh hell no. Ayo, I'm tired of using technology. We need to put on a pasty, pop the titty out—I'm feeling abrasive. How can they justify stripping us of natural human interaction So we can be connected? The irony. We need to do some reflecting. Sorry, I'm smoking, blowing kush clouds and venting. Rapping to the man in the mirror—random. Love it when I meet a random chick And she comes over in Fenty, Then puts on my shirt over her panties. Let me stop it, y'all ain't ready. Should I continue? Okay then. She makes her way over to the kitchen To grab the Jameson out the pantry. She wants to get nasty, So I pop the honey. "Oh baby, baby, undress me..."
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When I'm isolated, that's my favorite. Curving women and making money. Please leave me alone, let me preserve this feeling. I ain't got nothing for you, especially time to be neighboring. Thank God for this five-star catering. Silence in Cartier frames, dreaming of soaring in Bombardier planes. Times are changing, these young kids—I haven't seen stranger things. TikTok is pervasive. My swagger used to be persuasive, But how can you compete with a dopamine hit every 26 seconds? Conversations, privacy, and intimacy are at a cultural loss. We in a deficit. I guess I should just embrace it. Oh hell no. Ayo, I'm tired of using technology. We need to put on a pasty, pop the titty out—I'm feeling abrasive. How can they justify stripping us of natural human interaction So we can be connected? The irony. We need to do some reflecting. Sorry, I'm smoking, blowing kush clouds and venting. Rapping to the man in the mirror—random. Love it when I meet a random chick And she comes over in Fenty, Then puts on my shirt over her panties. Let me stop it, y'all ain't ready. Should I continue? Okay then. She makes her way over to the kitchen To grab the Jameson out the pantry. She wants to get nasty, So I pop the honey. "Oh baby, baby, undress me..."