things we savor. We're worn out. We try to hit the high notes. It might now always go the way that we want it to. We gotta just go, 'cause we might not
things we savor. We're worn out. We try to hit the high notes. It might now always go the way that we want it to. We gotta just go, 'cause we might
call the cops cause the hallways filled With weed smoke, so when we see Deebo we peel Deep throat is I'll from a true bird So like two-thirds of the time we
