I Love That Song, I Love It

I was tripping to one of these one. He floated the shit out his bay brows likecokin. Light as a feather, stiff as a board. Ter was one gust of wind. Alwas tripping. He skated to a smashing bumpkins. I always thought id be good song. But ye, finally, i loe yo, mad. And i love to see like cause sometimes we just see, you know, them doing the big shit and whatever. That winkle. Anow alfonso, yes, that's right. Wop you. Broghn anderson, get smoking yo, right? Which is a front blunt. Oye ye ta