| Paradox Lost |
I really wanna walk in there with a polyester suit and a head full of afro perm, and be like:
How it be wren? I be whipped up, wanting to grease, so I throw on my threads and my sky piece, and trilly my cubby. Got nowhere to truck,
but my main queen tell me that this joint is a hummer and all I need is a dime note, wassup? |
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