Yeah, for all intents and purposes.

I'm intense, can cause some people nervousness.

My eyes closed like folks at church services.

So I can picture wings and fly like burgers.

And on days when prejudice is my nemesis, I spend nights with light bright for emphasis.

With no clue I'm lost in a forest of fireflies But I watch with wings to remind me that time flies I remember growing up

The frequent lights off.

The must-heat some Nets just to fight the bugs off.

Chloe Queen was screened.

Malaria was scarier.

Mami Watamada, my high heels disturbier.

We grew sturdier, a bunch of unbreakables.

Permanent ink, you should think we unfadable.

If I yell pigeon sick off, if you relatable, that'd be just how we did.

Not debatable.

And when danger looms, when I'm sipping ice, can't get a steady bob and weave like, but we didn't get it.

Kick it, kick it, kick it, kick it.

Beating all this Jane Bae.

Oh, what a life.

Cheat on death, so she upset.

Ah.

From young liquor boys to senior Eddie Donko.

The future came shining, now the flames need fanning.

I'm Usain Bolt making records whilst running.

picture as villainous crime prince anonymous run away my rules of course we are autonomous the lion eat first the remainder for the scavengers

Crucial as usual.

Science might be ominous.

When danger looms.

When I'm sipping ice.

Can't get steady.

Bop a weave like.

Wrong with that.

Can't take.

Take it.

Take it.

Take it.

Pitching on this Jim Bay.

Oh, what a life.

Cheat on death.

So she upset.