When I die, rap dies; Destiny Bond.
ACTUALLY South Korea
The process of lucid dreaming had me
at your doorstep, hyper ventilation, 3:30AM
I'm ready to vacuum
pertaining to the Emperor of China
or Rome if they follow that system of hierarchy.
Honestly, I'm waiting for the sunrise
awaiting wings, forsaken, cavalcades
Messier than most men. Strawberries are coated in
purple sludge, disgusting? Naw! It's the perfect
symbol, serene copulation, we are spooning
and the planet is perfect.
Ariana Grande, on my floor, 3600 hours
her mouth has gone orange. Perfect.