My GPS took me to the wrong address this morning for work. Thankfully it was a half mile away from the correct address, I'd have been miffed if it was a whole diff town or something.
I feel like my love fukked up
I feel like my trust fukked up
I feel like my luck fukked up
I feel like I rushed then fukked up
It's like all I do is fukk up
I just feel I'm all fukked up
My dad made oatmeal raisin cookies right. And he was saying how they the best ever So I’m like fasho let me try. Bit into it and that shyt was nasty asf. This nikka didn’t add any vanilla extract, or any brown sugar You slippin pops
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