Hardly the gutter girl
I'm way too comfy
Gotta move on up the hill shed the stress of the monthly
Got no shame nor shame again
But little immbarased when without my pen
Next man remember from way back when
Use to laugh at the sparse of mans ocean
Feet now frozen what the he'll am I holding
On to
Felt like such a fool
So now I gotta change me 'cause I can't change you
- Sleeps
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