imaginary cigarette doesn't burn a hole thru my clothes

i dig that tree behind me, don't chu
visuals are so addictive ain't they
the camcorder is attached to a tripod which is on a group of bags, you will hear it very shortly
there go you my apathy about that
i shoot whenever i want, no goal other than to just be myself
i talk to my car always
w/out confidence you gotta come up w/ a story about who you think you are
social media is a congregation of insecure people
since it's an actual toothpick...
psych troubles everywhere
normies tend to be terrified of me, no pride there actually, it's just the way it is maybe there's some reverse bitterness or sumin
imma hold you baby vortex
i ain't protecting the vortex from nothin
we were swerving, now we're not
not good logic there but that's okay
this is such a nice fuckin car
it could always be an undercover cop tho
any other bu cars
same miles davis album, don't care (blue haze, 1956)
if you don't like jazz yer palate just ain't refined n i pity you