I don't care.
Ask me anything, yo.
Golden rubbers in these denim pockets On my waist, there’s a black Glock
And five minutes from suicide, I biked it to the parkI walked onto the block, met a guy, burgundy ‘Preme snap-back
sixty-four
‘rents said they would drive me to Coachella next year, FUCK YES
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we are us. they are them. kill them.
