(Fiener) Ft MEZZO p.wocko

i hate British people... It’s not real, you know? None of it’s real, the chairs—they aren’t chairs anymore, they're just little boxes pretending to be chairs. I saw it. I saw the lines—did you see the lines too? The way the air turns purple when you squint? I don’t think you did. I don’t think anyone does. The socks have started talking, but they’re speaking in riddles! I asked them what time it was, and they said ‘the clocks are for fools,’ and now I don’t know where I am anymore. Where am I? WHERE AM I? The light’s getting... closer, but it’s too bright, too much brightness, it hurts, but I can’t close my eyes because then the trees will come. The trees in my room, they don’t belong there. They don’t belong there! They know something. They’re hiding something, those trees! They’re whispering about the purple toaster. The purple toaster has been staring at me, and it knows what I did. I didn’t mean to, but I broke it. I broke it into pieces, and now it’s broken forever, and it’s watching me. Do you hear the sound of the keys? The keys are tapping, they’re tapping like they’re trying to get out. The keys are trying to escape, and I’m not supposed to let them, I can't. The rug’s moving again. It’s not even a rug, it’s a giant tongue, trying to lick my shoes, but my shoes... my shoes—they’re running away without me! RUNNING AWAY! Why are my shoes running? They’re leaving me behind, and the walls keep whispering about the cheese. The cheese, the cheese is everywhere, it’s in the walls, it’s in the air, it’s in my hair, and I can’t breathe because it’s in my lungs now. I don’t even like cheese! WHY IS IT EVERYWHERE? The fish are in on it too. They know what’s going to happen next. I know they do. They’re planning something under the floorboards, but I can’t see it. I CAN’T SEE IT, and the floor’s getting soft, and the ducks are coming, they’ve got plans, the ducks have plans, and they're carrying the hats. THEY’RE CARRYING THE HATS! I told them I was the queen of the moon, but they didn’t listen, they just laughed. The walls laughed. They always laugh. It’s because of the telephone. The telephone’s not a telephone, it’s a portal. A portal to what? To who? I don’t know anymore. It’s too late, the portals are opening, and I’m the only one who sees it. I’m the only one who sees it... I’m the only one... right?

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PhillyCheese Sunday Curry on the gram flexing fatt rackss

wocko - freak hoe (jayd)

so Jxydamo
yuh i head dat hoe is a slut 
im smoking pounds up out dem dutches
please dont hit my phone on wack shit boy u hella bogus
smokin onnat boy lil coop tell https://soundcloud.com/user-481876818 hit da boof
bitch ima gremlin tell dat bitch get out ha feelings
we gon spin back nnat uber kno lil trell a big time shoota
i jus popped a fuckin yerc but ian cum i made her squirt n
all my oppas turned out dead cus they was talkin 2 da feds
if yo homeboy a fuckin killa why he worried bouta bitch
n if she wan kick it widda shooter tell her pull up by da 6