When I was kid, shit was simple. Who’s playing out, football, rat a rat ginger. Fingering girls all bit of a minger, pulls fingers out but the smell linger (fish fingers) Love ain’t my thing I just flinger, linger longer than needed like a back up singer. (Why so rude) I ain’t rude, I’m brainstorming, if I don’t shit in life gets to boring. Gives me happy hits feels like a soaring. Why give a shit about what people think like they actually scoring ….They ain’t Hear me out advice is great, when you’ve tried it all, it’s all too late. I only reach out for my accountability, just adds to my mental stability, increasing the maintainability, be true to my self not like Walter Mitty. (Shit don’t rhyme) That’s okay I ain’t no rapper, I write my thoughts on the back of a crisp wrapper. I’m joking I’ve got a phone, my crutch, my life, my zone. Feel like you’ve lost an arm when it’s gone. Like a stripper who lost her thong. Ding dong. Nah not that flow I’ve done that before uh uh uh uh uh hears something you’ve heard before, music to your ears like a kid in the candy store. Shame that kids broke and poor, he used to get sweets but he don’t know more. Ever thought how fifa should just make one game. Update the players keep the names. Upgrade each season to show there not the same. It’s easy it’s simple it’s plain. But they need money it’s insane, insane , but , again it’s crazy. Btw fifas better now with the ladies, reiten on left wing top bins always saves me, AI will struggle saying Yuro, so call her Amy, it’s not that deep persuade me, I’m wrong, wake me, pay me, blame me. The guy you used to know ain’t the same me. End of the day I just wanna chill, not worry about a pill, worrying about refills, by semiskilled, brain numb staff behind the til. Peace
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