The last night my brother slept at my house, I went riding Jenga told me Homie need to get out the house, we been writing We should whip to Dulles with the pape in my mouth, shes arriving Dodgeball plane been stayn on route, we get rising I cannot forget how Id been out, until five in The morning, snoring, ringing, bringing me right out, of my fineness Matthew unresponsive on the side of the route, shes confiding Hed had an appointment, going to which I had opted out, my brain frying My uncle even went, its me and her in the house, and Im flying The red light runner, is it fun or can you feel yourself fighting?
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