looks like all we got is each other
the truth is obsolete
my fingertips and my lips
they burn from the cigarettes
forrest gump
you run my mind boi
runnin on my mind boi (=
dream job? sorry I don't dream of labor
she's workin at the pyramid tonight
we end our day up on the roof
I say I'll jump, I never do
could we uh vibe to channel orange together peas? ;__;
igor but it's jus my voice is top tier shitposting
