Lord have mercy I can feel it in NY thirsty healing it she birth me then my grade 3 teach tried it he would give detenti

Lord have mercy I can feel it in NY thirsty healing it she birth me then my grade 3 teach tried it he would give detention said act my age son. This was fake knew it uh potable steps where I thru a rock Royal Rumble yall acting over the top. Motherfuckers can't boil my pot it's a mind blowing machine gathering heat that why I told my moms he always farthing when he speak like he gon belt me give ne beats when word got back put in his place atleast cuz I know the ends and out I join the grade 3 grade four class mix I had crush I wanted to get next boy was In a rude awake ING that year it nature me in front of sega screens punch the noodles bag and it's chicken curry remember floor hockey or ya vision blurry goal post was ya clothes misplaced jackets and hats tatted on my back the sun and the smell of air a fact life is different when you move on the Map pick and choose it could ve been a wrapped free will and I'm mostly spending texes contemplate and relax