it's a fine good day today.. we're made to chill.. bs what are we really.. might be called lucky.. either way we don't give two shits about it.. there's something about this culture that's funky, and fresh.. cuz we still who we are and were.. except some part of us streched out.. originally all we do is chill, work, take care of the fam n friends, sleep twice, have meals, or whatever.. bs i don't know.. we seem to be busy with somethin else.. we're on something oo we're rippin it apart.. i7na 7adna intitialize an experience.. commercialize.. consume.. yummy yeverytime.. like flies on bird shit, yo cheeseburger, where do flies like to investigate .. eww 7ada.. u think flies give a shit ?
then we're off it once it dries up n fades.. when time does its thing..
f the media.. ass holes couldn't change us, it taught us to mutually utilize.. tool for action based on some good enough reason.. so we hotel our homes, chill, eat, socialize, or whatever.. with the ability to do all these things at the same time right? not yes much no being yes sacrificed.. who no-es.. if we spin too short we're fine, spin too long we spin again.. rhyme hmm.. ;*
we're fishers.. or farmers.. who up n party
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