Describe one habit that brings you joy.
I want a million dollars for every month I sat here without access to my own money from the day I came home. I will get it.
Ye why you make an album about birds that eat dead things?
They thought I was gone
I was polishing my wings.
They thought that they could pick me apart.
Entire time
I just made them part of the art.
I didn’t write this rhyme at all to dis ya,
but I ate the vulture and he turned into Patricia.
Thank you God!
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