Shooting range with my cousin

Shooting range with my cousin



oh it was all the tree I swear never happy I wrote make a girl and I was polite Edgar Allan let me get the weed you know really read that mrs. Rubin knows like a cat's I don't even know what's real I'm just being real make it move just another human being be it play the fool you jealous daughter just a plate of whole salad Robotnik oldest cat saver so place the full plate the Buddha they say oka you hit this shit a few times you might see the future ask my liquor broccoli be rolling up that clunker just retire by like inspire I blow your back don't stir outside that's right you ever been conscious what is marijuana I might be tripping off that team T TD like we are NZT I made my dreams reality so to speak or sorry say I could still be asleep the black sheep in the Rob two white cups full of Kobe plus I got to weigh down the blow me I'm floating like beer tonight please my son s is that right like me running ah I'm so enlightening in the fucking building Oh No they'd like me but neener by the minute space where matter don't matter in the crater land Thomas an old SATA got a better warm Andromeda they trying to try my bladder enjoy there my friend conscious parable I might be tripping up a DMP hey de limit looks like me I make my dreams reality or so late I could still be asleep I'm in the whole nother round go to hell last Lincoln tried to scratch the surface broken now last nigga tried to cross the line we overseas back-to-back metal bowl Chanel I'm in the cold running inside shit when I died donate my organs science bitch three three

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