Higher u aim higher u get? but if my aiming is random and im tripin higher than clouds, how high am i aiming then actually? soon all this thinking is over, i promise. man, pills put me where i belong tho and noone can pull me down then, u see? fucking ridiculous. whats fucking ridiculous eh? this whole thing - me, you, them, she, he... everyone. u try to be bigger person here, u try to accomplish success, u try, try and try... and shit goes down..always. its like some kind of curse or like that. things are so attached..those strings like never holding nothing up-if one goes bad others follow...ive learned that law by now. ou u can be sure. so...if u already failed at something..u gon fail at anything else...where is the point of retrying or wtf that means "getting back on feet"? like.. u rly have to go straight to the bottom to get another chance? wtf is this world? kind a weird aint it? I know blablablaaa things gon change and it eventually go uphill but what I supposed to do meanwhile? i just dont get it. maybe i never ment to learn that, how to hold thing up when fire starts.
veits weird olla. no reede olid kõik need õhulossid veel püsti.. pean tunnistama üsna vägev reede siis seekord sai joodud, mjaus ja teatrikas käidud..väga chill. laup esimese hooga oli plaan niikaua juua et ei saaks enam arugi kuspool maa ja kuspool taevas. siis otsustasin et ei ole pointti nagunii oleks edasi mjausse ja seal oleks täispeaga üli fucked olnud..lasin parem teistel rahulikult pidutseda jne. aitab ka teiste elude mäkerdamisest. Kinda funny on see et ma jälle mingi kurdan siin..mul poleks nagu muud tehagi. aga noo las siis olla nii kui nii on juba. laup õhtuks olin veendumuses et mõned parimad sõbrad > täis joomine. seega olin üldiselt rahul et ei järginud esialgset mustrit. selliste situatsioonide jaoks juba jah..enamvähem oma rituaalid välja kujunenud. juu see oli siis erinev. eiteagi. haiget tegi ikka sama palju. sama fucked tundub kõik. justkui oleks ikka väga sama..eitea. this thing gon mark me forever tho. ohjah..gotta love tattoos. varsti ei pea ma millegi pärast ikka põdema...fuck this shit.. ei pea kannatama enam. "I'm high all day, u can call this shit a long flight". kokkuvõttes juhtus ikka jõlepalju sitta selle nädalavahetusega..ei hakka siin lähemalt küll rääkima aga jh..ütleme nii et kerge pole. kõik nagu ikka ühte aukku. olgu aitab ka...
Fuck is up, beat him up, like a million uppercuts
Got a million duffled up for the fuck of it
Shit, get on my level, you can't get on my level
You will need a space shuttle or a ladder that's forever
However I'm better if not now, then never
Don't you ever fix ya lips unless you 'bout to suck my dick
Bitch swallow words, taste my thoughts
And if it's too nasty, spit it back at me
Two more inches I'd have been in that casket
According to the doctor I could have died in traffic
ei mingit pühendamist..lihtsalt mulle meeldib see lugu niiväga viimasel ajal!
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