who need you to tell them you the goat?
i was just racing, pouring up the problems i was facing
cold pillow, sleeping with a ghost hogging up the blanket
higher than the ones that didn’t make it
i think i needed this week of depression to rediscover my passion for writing
five short stories since last night, some better than others but im writing fiction again
and i love it
i am very passionate about hot sauce, the door of my fridge is getting kinda elite bro we got different countries and continents represented in this bitch
relapsed off the shit that makes rappers fat but i’m wearing purple label Ralph jacket with the matching tyshawns eating fries made with the duck fat as i half listen to the person on the other side of the table thinking about yeah this is gonna be a topic at therapy next week
floc2ball one of the funniest dudes on tiktok bc u can tell he really loves and studies hip hop cause the way he be imitating all these rappers with different cadences, flows, vibes, styles, etc. and it’s never not accurate and that’s what makes his shit so jokes
i remember when i first started getting into clothes as a teenager and i learned raw denim nerds don’t wash their pants for months, they’d be like “yeah bro i just put it in the freezer, it kills the bacteria” like brother you are dutty
it has come to my attention that mans do not ever wash their ice trays at home????
yeah i can’t be at the mandem crib anymore asking for some ice lmaooo