Cigarettes and coffee.

by Jusue Aparicio   Jan 13, 2017


Smoke up, Princess.
Chronic 2000, says, I'll be high forever. With this CD and Kusch, I can be your hoodboy. Tell me what it's gonna take to smoke some shit with you. And if every hit is my push then why won't you share that dub with my hood. Let's go right now to make every one dream come try by giving them all the Kusch in the world. No. Okay. Just let me be your Kusch toy. Call me Uncle Sam. This time I'm gonna make it last forever. Wanna be my forever. Still feel in funny, off the blues. How's it gonna be with me, your BATMAN. I'm going to mail this off to Amsterdam for an explanation of my am.

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