I don't know what I'm supposed to be.
I don't know what I'm supposed to hate.
Now my brain is something great.
But I know that it's sobering rain.
Well I hope you elevate.
See your high white top in your hands.
Holding on while you're doing your work.
But nothing's really in store.
Used to be a bum little mess.
You know I'm on my way.
Though I know that I'm so many tries.
But I hope you integrate.
Are you pleased to make love with them?
Hope you're mind happy.
What up?
I need you to be a toy.
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