This and lasting, slow speaking fast, like a roast. I could gas think im. Okay last, but i dont know what that can erase all the past and the pettiness of reflection of the emptiness hilarious. You think youre with my time, youre delirious mysterious, because you are behind the fake, exterior inferior. You know ill always be a bit superior. Get off of me this aint, no humble brag! I want you to hear words. You can say them back.