In my side of tune You better be like, a fucking loner some shit bro Got my life in two pieces This is my last resort Suffocation, no bleeding I don't fucking know that song But like, the fuck? Like, I'm not trying to be rude like B'lite. Where are you?

Um, can you make this a tap cut filter? Or is this already a tap cut filter? Because, um, it's like a... It's like a lunch or a lunch or a lunch or a lunch or a lunch.

Message me.

Fret my life in two pieces. This is my result. Suffocation. No reason.

Hey I don't mean to be gay but like hold up water

This song makes me wanna burst my left neck. Like, I'm Angolite.

When I was a young boy, my father took me into the city to see the marching band.

Uh-uh, baby, this is not Eububu. You need to get back in the house. Okay, okay, okay.

Hands on your knees, I'm Angelina Jolie. Hands on your knees. I mean, I open my hands on your knees, but I'm... you know. You know. Oh