 Sample my songs unless you strong. Bicep emojis in the group chat. Five sets of burpees. Don't disturb me if the booth's black. I'm going through it. Got a bunch of baggage on my roof rack. I have a lot of habits that produce that. They gon' put they tag on it. My condolences to the fast moments. Hope the solar system assists my slow emission and put some lag on it. Window to my soap hearing inside. The crib where my spirit resides. Lyrics are die. Yeah.