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Dumb High Times

* Instrumental: "Mt. Rushmore" - @TWACharlesH

T-Shirts in The Mail

Where Ya At (F. Murph Dirt)

GOTTA

Waves (F. dirt.)

* F. @HambinoTWFS
* Instrumental: "Stay" by @TWACharlesH

Drink in hand while she's confessing and mace in hand while she walks the street. She paid her fare for the bus's seat while tingles grow starting at her feet. 
* fade 
Hours into her journey: endless stare as he falls asleep, while her despair doesn't even blink. It stings and sinks into her drink.
* repeat
Nothing on him. He's never downtown because the counterpart is. 750ml down with a problem well hid; men sang aloud about his bits.
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Fade (F. Hambino)

* F. @HambinoTWFS
* Instrumental: "Call My Name" by @TWACharlesH

Google Me (F. Hambino)

* Instrumental: "Closer Than Ever" by @TWACharlesH

I'm a new soul working in soles with two left feet with blisters showing.
I groan, "I'm grown, my picture says so,"
*Picture*: Two left feet with blisters showing in a home that's known for sex that's cold, food that's drove and Saturday shows.

Home then phone? Your blisters show. Within' reach, I clean my own. In a see-through shell like Michael Cole, we said rude things and took out loans. We traded blows for woes and blow and shed our skin to be new souls.

F'n Crows and Gucci clones replace my need for purple throws. Tea-tree leaves me feeling queasy... three weeks had this feeling easy... now it's like it's 2015 and I miss the thrills of eating.

Now that passed, don't think of your past. It's a DailyBurn to accomplish that task. Your Tweets don't last and neither will drags, neither will fat... might as well grab your overpriced mat and validate that. Get them back! Get on your back!

New Soul II

You don't know much but you blew us up. Powered up, this cluts will fuck up our kids and down his dick while I keep working as I always did. Self made crib that I sleep within, missing my mom like a trapped Infant. Maybe I sinned and you're satan? Maybe I'm slim and you're dating.

Periods kill when we spell like this-- a myriad of thrills just to quell our bliss. You can't live well while the other exists. Speech to text with malicious twists... and all for what? A jar for cup? We're products of our parents' bluffs, mine from afar and your's close up.

Artwork by @jtay6969
Instrumental: "One Chain" by @TWACharlesH
F. @dblack25

One Chain (F. D-Black)

Featuring @HambinoTWFS
Instrumental: "Comes out The Same" by @TWACharlesH
Artwork by @jtay6969

On Xbox with racist talk with my cobra on. 
"Report this fuck!" 
Don't you wanna ban him? 

See through tops and poolside shots, man Facebook rocks.
My hands on cock-- don't you wanna ban him?

One week pops and one week off, he's got a lot of angst and Fox. 
You don't wanna ban him.

"Make him stop- it's the man in socks with New Day Pops and MAGA hat on top." 
Don't you wanna ban him?

"Drown him with a ban on top" from the man up top.

Where Ya At (F. Murph Dirt)

GLAM