THIS AINT ME TALKIN, ITS THE DEMONIC INTELLECT THAT TAKES OVER WHEN IM SLEEP WALKIN
I wouldn't call myself a writer, just a girl who can’t sleep. won't sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free.
RIP Bigga Baby
“Usually cuatro cinco, the shell sink slow, tossin ya
Mad slugs through your Nautica, I’m warnin ya”
