Real shit. When I have my funeral, whoever comes, can you guys just roast the fuck out of me? I don’t want to hear about all the good shit. Just roast me. I’ll be cackling from hell.
BY THE WAY JUST CALL ME SALE ,
NOW KOMO MAI TO MY HALE,
TILL THE SUN RISE UP IN WAIMANALO,
WHEN IT FALLS THEN WE CAN FOLLOW,
YOU KNOW MY HEART FOR YOU IS TRULY,
JUST LIKE THE LOVE WE HAVE IN NANAKULI🔊🗣🔥💖