sábado, 3 de octubre de 2026

We straight, just stay, just say all the things that are in your head
No dread, fear death, let time slip like it's sand on a clock

on/off

On a trip
Quit the guilt
Leave the kit
That is it
Block gets lit
While I'm lit-erally trying to reach for you

Off the drugs
Pulled the rugs
Give no fucks 
Put your boat in line, Row your ducks
Passionnate UGGs