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ˈˌred ˈledər ˌdā
these notepad hoes they be trifling bros

no energy to put ink on paper for real tho fuck a emo trend I'mma bend we just keep multiplying and I'm finding the end it's fuckin depend people only love the creative side not the souls weekend

only another reason to believe in dreams and I'mma make shit no letters
the sound of what's keepin them from what's not making them wanna die for a
meanin.......

notice how this will fade away when I use my voice leanin........

still don't fuckin think like don't trust that
point... next to the sphinx smoke my joints....

putting words in others mouths to keep fed ..... but these keyboard warriors are the poison underneath mental breath?

imagine that putting on a lower thought all the way for paper instead.......
but you rather listen to us suffer well flesh cleansed with false tounges yet
sorry but your not worth physically killing just born like that.....i easily forget no threat