i don't believe you are done,
you like to play *** for tats.
i thought i was petty,
you beat me at that!
you just proved too me
where your head is at.
you are a man of many words,
they are all just stuck in that big head of yours.
"tag, you're it,"
what are we four?
i'm almost normal,
"bye felicia,"
is what you said to me.
i'm sober now and you can't impress me!
Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 1:54 AM UTC
i don't believe you are done,
you like to play *** for tats.
i thought i was petty,
you beat me at that!
you just proved too me
where your head is at.
you are a man of many words,
they are all just stuck in that big head of yours.
"tag, you're it,"
what are we four?
i'm almost normal,
"bye felicia,"
is what you said to me.
i'm sober now and you can't impress me!
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