That’s a lyric.
From back When lyrics had thought, and subtlety and poetry.
Now?
All my n*ggas look rich as fuck.
Shorty want a thug, bottles in the club .
Lyrics kinda went to shit, Because everyone tried and became so pretentious.
I follow a cat sanctuary on YouTube, And last night, there’s one cat that wasn’t eating and it was decided that it is this cat’s time to die..
“she has an appointment for humane euthanization tomorrow”
And I thought
“awe….I wish I had an appointment for humane euthanization tomorrow”
Ell oh ell..
And that’s why you don’t trust your thoughts 👍
Because they’re just thoughts and there are a fuck-ton of them…
Little nothings..
Breeze.
Dandelion spores…
Dweezil ..
Who the fuck names their kid “Dweezil”?
Seems like he should have been a mechanic …
A Diesel mechanic…
Oh God …
You ready for another day?
Another day of this?
You ready to be awake for 16 or 18 hours or so?…
(with the slipstream)
Oh but of course..
“pardon me, but do you have any Gray poupon”
I keel u
Fuckin stab you
Stab stab stab stab
dawn 