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signed by your boy
THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS ART!
THERE IS ONLY ONE TERM…
AND IT'S ***V A P O R W A V E***
It was late last night and I was coming down off a mushroom trip and kinda baked as well and I was listening to music. Suddenly I just got that feeling that I really wanted to beat one off, you know what I mean fellas. But instead of pulling up the latest Lexi Belle vid or whatever I just kinda started going at it to Stella. I realised in that moment how much I loved Kashiwa Daisuke. It was amazing, it was as if my sexuality itself combined with the sonic waves coming out of my earphones, it literally felt like I was ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Kashiwa Daisuke music. I went through about 4 or 5 minutes and ended up busting a fat nut right on that beautiful moment on Stella (you know the one, right around the 7:30 mark)
Anyway I’m still kinda shroomed but yeah thank you for letting me share this cool but ♥♥♥♥♥♥ up moment with you all. Go Kashiwa Daisuke
In the hood with them billy ♥♥♥♥♥♥ and them hoover ♥♥♥♥♥♥
You run up and they shootin' ♥♥♥♥♥♥, we ain't hoopin' ♥♥♥♥♥
Yo Gambi, you a loser ♥♥♥♥♥, up that Uzi ♥♥♥♥♥
On the stoop, crills in my drawers, your girl on my phone
She wanna ♥♥♥♥ but keep her clothes on, I only want the jaw
Man that's really all I use her for as I kick her out the door
I don't want her, you can keep the ♥♥♥♥♥, she fiendin' for some more
In New York my ♥♥♥♥♥♥ don't Milly Rock, my ♥♥♥♥♥♥ money bop
Blow a case a ♥♥♥♥♥ throwin' shots, I run 'em off they block
Quarter milli in the stash box, I grinded for my spot
♥♥♥♥♥♥ talking 'bout that cash but my bag worth a lot
I don't ♥♥♥♥ with no old hoes, only new hoes
Put my ♥♥♥♥ in her backbone, I pass her to my bro
I don't love her that's a sad ho, she a bad ho
I'ma ♥♥♥♥ her then I dash home, to the cash ho