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Kiki and Drake in they feelings right now sitting at home all alone
Talk of prosperity springs forth like the earth rolling back an hour glass
santizing my hands, and cleansing my spirit of fear
Radiate this heat, please
Fictional characters await
Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck, and Scooby doo
I see you:
Yep boo I got you
So addiction, hand it over
I'm about to speak my mind
I embody a glimpse of my feelings
I hate to retreat them
I'm passionate about life in general
I love hard
But, hardly at all does it talk back
Naw, I'm blessed and loved by a family of love
I often have to stop and thank the man upstairs
He gave me life
I'm in my feelings
I'm feeling all sorts of ways
Its you
Do what you do
Singing J'adore tu!
French the language of love
I'm not sprite tipping
I'm straight sipping
Guns kill
People steal
Jack its summer time!
You quick to forget the dance of your ancestors
I feel the tune
The sky is blue
Mask this decimeter
Celsius equals Fahrenheit
All the time
I'm in my feelings
So true
Who you?
Owl-pricked
You make me sick
One flick of the remote sends my tv into radiation
I'm facing a two-timer eating grilled cheese, and mashed potatoes
on a sunday afternoon while sipping soda in an old chevy
parked in the snow
Moist, not me
No favors
No raisins
Just sunlight
