I smell testosterone;

The taste of nostalgia

Thought of a tune

From a tune

I had wondered before

That i'm better alone,

But no worries

I call california

No resignments

I had assigned myself this watch

From a throne

I could tale the tune, adorner

My attention,

I have no more artifacts

He don't hesitate, no!

She don't want no primetime players!

He don't call her back, Oh no

Lord,

She don't give him no false numbers

It's at a standoff,

No calls, no texts

Shit,

He's on a roll, doc!

She don't want no more one and onlys

She don't want no one and onlys

Only good times!

Unh!

{Enter The Multiverse}

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