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Raise the price.
This is obnoxious.
Why aren't you stopping?
In the time I wrote this I could have made, depending on the state, around $30–
The cost of my new waist trainer—-
I started in a 3X and now I'm in an extra small
Which actually fits without too much
STRUGGLE
Fuck you and your cake,
You nasty fucking
All my clothes are extra small
All my clothes are extra small
All my clothes are extra small
But what he wants is
Extra
Extra
TYLA
—WATER!!
[But they're all gone. They're all dead now]
What the fuck. lol. Why.
Took too long.
So. I took too long to finish the festival project because I was homeless, and by the time I finished the project and ended my homelessness, it was too late, the whole thing was just a Skrillex PR marketing stunt to assure that he stayed relevant [because he has enough fans to act as a controller], and the Illuminati is going to tie this all together by literally creating TYLA out of nowhere to say:
This is you.
COME ON, YA DAMN HORSE.
HORSE
…Ney.
the music had left me.
I was no longer in love
The gym became further away
The song became harder to write
With no curtains to shut the world out;
The cars in the lot are ugly
Lights flashing
And the people scurrying about
Look like roaches
Through panoramic windows
I'm just happy
Can at least close
The music has left me
I got no love at all
My body is rotten
The further I run,
I become hungry
With less to cook with
Powder
Scurrying like rats
Because mice would be more pleasant
I was no longer in love
He bought a motorcycle
Reminders of
Nothing
Nothing comes and nothing goes
I wear clothes in the sauna.
The scars on my body will give them
The power to taunt me and haunt me
Sit in the eyes of comparison
I just want someone to love me but
Everyone pales in comparison
Next to celebrities
Double entendres
I don't want nobody
I just want a body
So I can trade water for love
In the long run
With someone
Creative
{Enter The Multiverse}
[The Festival Project.™]
COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©
-Ū.
Raise the price.
This is obnoxious.
Why aren't you stopping?
In the time I wrote this I could have made, depending on the state, around $30–
The cost of my new waist trainer—-
I started in a 3X and now I'm in an extra small
Which actually fits without too much
STRUGGLE
Fuck you and your cake,
You nasty fucking
All my clothes are extra small
All my clothes are extra small
All my clothes are extra small
But what he wants is
Extra
Extra
TYLA
—WATER!!
[But they're all gone. They're all dead now]
What the fuck. lol. Why.
Took too long.
So. I took too long to finish the festival project because I was homeless, and by the time I finished the project and ended my homelessness, it was too late, the whole thing was just a Skrillex PR marketing stunt to assure that he stayed relevant [because he has enough fans to act as a controller], and the Illuminati is going to tie this all together by literally creating TYLA out of nowhere to say:
This is you.
COME ON, YA DAMN HORSE.
HORSE
…Ney.
the music had left me.
I was no longer in love
The gym became further away
The song became harder to write
With no curtains to shut the world out;
The cars in the lot are ugly
Lights flashing
And the people scurrying about
Look like roaches
Through panoramic windows
I'm just happy
Can at least close
The music has left me
I got no love at all
My body is rotten
The further I run,
I become hungry
With less to cook with
Powder
Scurrying like rats
Because mice would be more pleasant
I was no longer in love
He bought a motorcycle
Reminders of
Nothing
Nothing comes and nothing goes
I wear clothes in the sauna.
The scars on my body will give them
The power to taunt me and haunt me
Sit in the eyes of comparison
I just want someone to love me but
Everyone pales in comparison
Next to celebrities
Double entendres
I don't want nobody
I just want a body
So I can trade water for love
In the long run
With someone
Creative
{Enter The Multiverse}
[The Festival Project.™]
COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©
-Ū.