Busted Backs

I want to write a song about my three favorite bags straight up hosted for their life that is lying antiquities the far glacier water around still sparkle do that thing stepping off that shit level up the bad bitches. Be my love. Appreciate you because some along. I wish you would appreciation, but in a cool ass at work my teammates sometimes I’m a little hostile but the Primo loves you got them diabetic hands and when we flow, we making enough money together, blah blah blah blah blah blah.