NFS
• Written by Metaphilie
No new friends
Never fucking satisfied
forever lord have me gratified
and whether the weather be horrified
Friendless no patience it's endless
my mind pacing gradually stopping
when i start chopping these lines
to cook them put them in the oven
bake like i wake and bake get high i reach the state
awake and my mind races like i pace and i go through these phases
still dropping the tip of the flow like a joint that's lit you going
to get high exhale then inhale
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Metaphilie
Member since June 14 2015