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callum

+rep lovely fellow

it's like a dream

BEES

im in yoker making salaat

Paysage D'eeznuts

Anyone who wants to friend this guy, just know he's got my full recommendation. A gamer to the core.

yep! that's right

Hindered by sober restlessness
Submitting to the amber crutch
The theme in my aching prose
Fantasizing the sight of Manhattan
That pour of a bitter red being that escapes a thin frame
The rebirth of mutual love
The slipping on gloves to lay tenderly
I'm dying
Is it blissful?
It's like a dream
I want to dream

its okay to be different

Hey will are you still a furry?

The fact that so many books still name the Beatles as "the greatest or most significant or most influential" rock band ever only tells you how far rock music still is from becoming a serious art. Jazz critics have long recognized that the greatest jazz musicians of all times are Duke Ellington and John Coltrane, who were not the most famous or richest or best sellers of their times, let alone of all times. Classical critics rank the highly controversial Beethoven over classical musicians who were highly popular in courts around Europe. Rock critics, instead, are still blinded by commercial success. The Beatles sold more than anyone else (not true, by the way), therefore they must have been the greatest. Jazz critics grow up listening to a lot of jazz music of the past, classical critics grow up listening to a lot of classical music of the past. Rock critics are often totally ignorant of the rock music of the past, they barely know the best sellers.

I miss all the movement
Running towards a great descent
Seeing your face, seeing my death
It won't take long

I miss all of the movement, what we're doing stationary
I miss all of the movement, what we're doing stationary
I don't know
I miss all of the movement, what we're doing stationary
I don't know

All the movement, nostalgic, I am thinking
That I don't wanna, but know that I'm gonna' run
Run on highways, I should run on highways
Thrown towards the exits, the air acts like pillows
I don't wanna, but know that I'm gonna
Feel all these feelings, so many many feelings
Why I oughta, I really might just oughta
Be beneath the spotlight, projected like the moonlight
Are you filming? You better not be filming
Why are you filming? Exploit some other reasons
Time for substance, I really need some substance
No, I don't wanna, but know that I'm gonna rot
Rot on highways, like teenagers with nightmares
Almost finished, I swear I'm almost finished

I Am Bladee.
DRAIN GANG!
Shout Out To All The Drainers.
Shout Out To Ecco.
He Pulled Up In A Rover.
Drained My Life.

Ayo, I'm in Salvatore makin' Salaat
Bentayga in three flavors
Shoot the ♥♥♥♥♥, know we'll speak later
Up the Whitney, got the MAC with me
Hid behind the Warhol, dip to Bergdorf, shot up the whole store (brrt)
Cherry '57, in the 'Bach learnin' lessons (skrrt)
Crack ain't dry, and it be ready in a second (ah)
Forty chains on, halo, I'm a God, ♥♥♥♥♥
Fear of God jogger, rock a ♥♥♥♥♥, I don't even jog
Hangin' out the Wagen sunroof, pickin' ♥♥♥♥♥♥ off (brrt)
The Mille with the chill bezel (ah)
All my foreigns red, it make me feel special
Banana peel AK, I'm lookin' real extra
With the top keys, the money green Teslas (skrrt)
Told Virgil, write "Brick" on my brick (write "Brick" on my brick)
Write Brick" on my brick
Told Virgil, write "Brick" on my brick
Ayo, Amiris filled with cash, I'm in the fashion district (ah)
Shoot your momma houses for a half a bicken ot)
All my ♥♥♥♥♥♥ dealin', all my ♥♥♥♥♥♥ killin' (brrt)
Them ♥♥♥♥♥♥ tried to test me, now the ♥♥♥♥♥'s missin' (ah)