Earl [END]

...and Mac[END]

Seeking slick, Odd future tee, none of the oldie OGs with me. Joyous not, Joyeuse sharp, here flies the former odd falcon of the flagship three now solo, prime, mandragora in the thirst lands, deep raps and sandy uncertainties.

Giddy day, shitty mail, Miller came for the orchid and said grace, the weed was great. Strains pulled and freed, bonded like old friends, purp in our step, tea for two till we tee off, cloud surf in time, odd was our once upon, Amadeus1. Of course we laugh like its 1984, of course its me laughing like it's Nineteen Eighty Four. Big brother watching but were he at? Mac but no Mac, loss dystopian, screen time can't space me out from our time on MySpace. Wish I had no time to space out into my galaxy of memories gone supernova.

Navy Blue[BONUS]

Sage on gift2, two of ten, did I know he'd be king in lieu of me, the first of seven-a-tenant, the lieutenant of the pack after just the tape? Nine of ten, the herb to my Mint, blue to my red, catapult to the stage, clap for the genre's sidetrack, grew a head, wise, we going Uchchaihshravas in the hood,  sLUms in the hood.