Prophecy begun from miduslowthing by Slowth

Old soul, young body, one goal, same hobby, feels cold, solo time no Sorries new mould made its way in the waiting in the lobby. Know myself climb the shelf godly fools gold I need you to hold me support from the tribe man nothing can stop me foundations build me up to these lofts these

Heights make times get tough If you cough you get ID by 19 words make Cuffs if you control the world with one big bluff, then you a weak man with the Sick clan the Sick plan that you’re wishing honest said you want to chip is shit man

red sets the sun It’s a sad day, but I guess we had to see it come. Since day one a new prophecy begun. Carrie world spirit body weighs a tonne move dimensions, breath and body is one, lose your senses everybody is one separated and look what we’ve become self maintenance not necessarily fun truth and kindness but we’ve gotta get it done it’s funny how the story always get spun

Blue shines the moon it’s a cold night so I had a vision or two land shared and regenerated equally these screens in transform and put twists and your frequency the cups half full but it’s shredded up and leaking rhythm at a function at bounce till the weekend in the outer section we sleep in no reference we wake up with a reverence and work like we peasants.

Old soul, young body, one goal, same hobby, feels cold, solo time no Sorries new mould made its way in the waiting in the lobby Know myself climb the shelf godly fools gold I need you to hold me support from the tribe man nothing can stop me foundations hold me strong in these new ways

Still as the sea to low tide what you come and kick it with me I’ve been on that gen y mission It’s about time to listen to the POV of a young OZ lifestyle vision quest. I’ve been trying to give you heads up, but I keep getting thumbs down while I’m snooping around this fucking dog town. The candy man in power, pack of warheads you devour, so glad that I didn’t get a show bag gobstopper I’ll be free till the final hour
What’s the matter what you made of don’t cower
This the moment we were made for time to take a bow the freedom is our birth rite scream it louder
The time now there’s evil in the tower
Getting high of the powder and higher of the power
I’m not taking raise your cider I’m literally asking where’s the fighters my questions cause confusion bunch of psyducks
But I’m a gold duck buckle up evolution work together like mighty ducks that’s a revolution we’re skating on thin with all this pollution
It’s a cold world but I’ve got a strong constitution

Since day one a new prophecy begun. Carry world spirit body weighs a tonne move dimensions, breath and body is one, lose your senses everybody is one separated and look what we’ve become self maintenance not necessarily fun truth and kindness but we’ve gotta get it done it’s funny how the story always get spun

Old soul, young body, one goal, same hobby, feels cold, solo time no Sorries new mould made its way in the waiting in the lobby. Know myself climb the shelf godly fools gold I need you to hold me support from the tribe man nothing can stop me foundations build me up to the apex

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