when I'm alone in my room sometimes i stare at the wall and in the back of my mind i hear.......
J.R. Crickets call. telling me i need a flat that's crispy and moist, for the first time in my life, i see I'm ADDICTED.
these lemon pepper wings must have time release Ecstasy dust sprinkled on them--cuz they make want to get intimate with a 20 piece months after an encounter. and i start feeling super sexy when i'm coming off the freeway exiting on Spring st to pick up an order.
now I'm sick-i live in NYC and can only get some in ATL.
fat girls unite! I'm not only the a client I'm the effin president.(not right now tho, I'm currently getting snatched for the summer-cuz rihanna keep showin' off!)
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