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The sun lights up the sky like my light does my room.
Laying in bed full of homework.
I dream of seeing the dollar menu, while feelings for keys, while listening to foxy 99, eager to taste the mocha frappe, and the aroma of the Hot & Spicy McChicken.
I ate the crispy McChicken as i sat on a cold chair smelling the frappe as i looked out the window listening to people conversations.
McDonalds is calling my name from a 5 mile distance.
Nawl bump McDonalds its ummm..... Pizza Hut.
Driving thru Richmond County bored as heck thinking while burning 3.29 per gallon gas.
I decided to stop by my beau house and pick him up and go to the mall in Fayetteville NC cause he's a monster
Bulls fighting while cars passing at 100 mph and children beating up their parents
Terrance while sitting on your Alpha Sierra Sierra raise your hand and slap yourself for doing what you did over me.
The stretched out Highway 144 of skip skop duppity dop Kenyatta
His dreamy eyes are like the nightmare of Freddie Kruger
While journeying we visited Heaven we stopped ate lunch chatted with Jesus and returned to Earth
Jack Rabbit is what she calls spoiled.
In 2025 we will have floating cars that transforms into mansions.
The fall of Fort Bragg
Ghost are good, bad, helpful, nice, mean, and most of all they make babies.
My tank is singing EMPTY so why you playing? you gone be saying HELP if you dont fill me up now laugh about that.
The dim lighting of my trek now appearing.