I know you heard my *** talking about me was getting close, ***.

Same breaking bread.

I don't even know all the shit I bought your knickers out of shit.

I touch you Neither did your great winning.

I'm thinking that off hard with Cuban and real May call Sydney all that love and brush it crossing names.

I know, I know, I know, I know.

I sure, poppet.

Paranoia Never before revenue when it was always a long time I treated OK, the control.

So I'm going to move or something.

You think twice I have to go.

Not even cool.

Cool.

So now that you know what you wanna do Free my *** five.

I got your message, Brian.

Miss, you too.

Riding in the car with my enemy them.

But they're gonna hit you too.

And now that you got nothing that gets me, I got nothing against you too.

I hope they get you to this moment, Miss.

I want people to miss you, Jean Louis Bendy.

So you take the risk.

You were working in the fashion world.

What's happening?

Kitchen hit it.

Roadie and equipment for you Bought yourself a House trap, my man.

You know you folks move!

Help trap!

You took *** work.

They went and shot up Mama House truck.

You were self took your mom.

Well, never thinking, thinking *** Shipping lane drinking, popping pills sinking Puts a niggle clicking bad bitches winking me eyes open Never blinking Brian with that drink.

Oh, God, That what?

You think it worth home?

Slow it down.

Got it, honey, for the truck is a two lane roads like 100 50 different.

That's a richard 1,000,000 More playing, say five bricks.

If we want a talking colts on trip, I'm really, really trapped Those clothes.

No.

Want me to go trail?