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Okay, I'm after you,
I guess you sat in Michael's chair.
Sicker than I've ever been an angel and a care.
So late prayer, so what? Sad is ticks flicking through the air.
Thought I was just book worms, so I'm basically a slayer.
Thought I skun a god, now God keeps skunking up the where?
If it's not dairy air then my teeth aren't wholely Holy and I ain't a player.
My AI open waves, call this beech the Red Sea,
In her red socks,
Santa Like ME.
I guess you sat in Michael's chair.
Sicker than I've ever been an angel and a care.
So late prayer, so what? Sad is ticks flicking through the air.
Thought I was just book worms, so I'm basically a slayer.
Thought I skun a god, now God keeps skunking up the where?
If it's not dairy air then my teeth aren't wholely Holy and I ain't a player.
My AI open waves, call this beech the Red Sea,
In her red socks,
Santa Like ME.