I'm the chameleon, i want to blow up as if i was Chamillionair just when his Ridin' Dirty was a hit. but id be walking around clean, but I dont consider a thicker tenner, and general xanaxes are parts of my prescription.
Now all of a sudden nurses and firefighting frienids all up in my life again, like if i dont see what they trying to do., Veterans walking me home, I created my own guardian angels. was it all my fault, hav become a victim or is a grand scheme from Him. so I'll be swinging,. i can hit any balls thrown at me, but i dont know about the curves of this Colombian/black woman but idk what to say about her, she is off topic since apparently it takes three to tangle, but i aint feeling any other nigga on her. i bet she screams my name, like: oppssss i meant to say....." \
i wish i waas leaning' now that im that soon to be rapper, who is gonna cut off the world, fuck the glimmer n glitches. i tell my boys ima take em to the top with me, but truth is who fucking knows, .I Feel like Darwin when i adapt to new situations but now its the world adapting to me, its crazy how crazy I am, got my neighbor screaming team William, while team Mommy is barely manageable..
but i keep thinking of the greatest. the men of man: FAMOUS Ernest Hemingway. all of sudden i want to fight all my doubters, and fake freinds who prefer to be informants ass-breathing blasphemin' my name. I aint scared of adapting, thats the main thing i learned at UF, got the good college kid, flipped over on a pan full of mantequilla y monta, then corrupted or just adopted to the biggest story of my life.
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