えーびた市場で奥出雲飯田屋の笹ずしと安来の末廣堂冷やしみたらし団子
I don’t never slow up. No, I don’t take I got no love for the fakess. If you want to play tough and want to hate this, I’ll always show up. I don’t never slow up. No, I don’t take I got no love for the f. If you want to play tough and want to hate this, I’ll always show up and make a statement. I don’t never slow up. No, I don’t take I got no love for the fitness. If you want to play tough and want to hate this, I’ll always show up and make a statement. Everything I do so instinctive and so passionate. Every word I move so descriptive like an adjective. I got a vendetta against people who patented. Being negative when you should be getting after it. I got facts over facts over tracks this and that. Spitting slow, spitting fast like a roast like a gas. Think I’m okay at last. But I don’t know if that can erase all the past and the pettiness a reflection of the emptiness. Hilarious. You think you’re worth my time. You’re delirious. Mysterious because you want behind a fake exterior inferior. You know I’ll always be a bit superior. Get off of me. This ain’t no humble brag. I want you to hear words you can say the fact. I want you to feel free from the chains that last and to believe in what you got. It was built to last. Yeah. Now that I’ve been through it through hell, I never got