A Simulation

"you can't need drugs, my feet are up, God damn you fat, fresh your feet, that's your"

"the pack, for the fuck, we gotta go out with stock, you need a standard mat, like a baby"

"my body like a mom fucking rats, count up, every nickel ain't down, now I break down"

"me with the moist night down inside that we meet with cat, big strippers she run on the"

"know I'm like a tag, hey, let's have I come from with it"