One day I'm going blow up. Hopefully everything I wanted in my life will show up. This thinking patterns hopefully will change . So far of range everything is strange. No pat on the back. I just think everyone wack and that a fact. Your mean ways I'm going too scrap and that's a fact. Life so fast just running this marathon track. Trying too loose all this weight. But hopefully it all comes together in fate. My mind so off and foggy I might respond late. And if it's all shaked off I can achieve this trophy. And then i can not look as ugly. First is ugly and then when you fame and got that bag soposely your sexy and gorgeous. Fuck that shit that shit I ain't going too click too. If your true then prove you true. Trying too talk me down. You dont know me you dont have a clue. Hits you with the shoe. They all think they are hott and got somthing too prove you all make me laugh. Half tall neck hanging out like a draft you make me laugh just begun trash. You dont know where I really come from.