Ive turned into a phat fucker. Falling asleep with a jar of smuckers. Snickers, too much peanut butter. Wake up to pancakes smothered in syrup and butter. French press followed by mountain dew. I dont give a fuck whether i die at 50 or 62. Im livin life like i only got A few days to live. French onion and lays. Porter house my last meal on my final day. I aint gotta pray. I talk to God each day anyways. Ive been given everything ive asked for and more. Plenty of whores, like a smorgasbord. I’ve treated girls like shit who i really adored. Cheated on them with their friend cause i was bored and self absorbed. I’ve treated my life like an experiment and self sabotage. At the spearmint rhino with nicki manage. In a manage a trois. This is silly. Ive already spent a thousand and my homeys at 850.
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