flatline or flattire.

Peace soul on the track
Cockamamie thoughts be going through my mind
And half the time I feel like I be channeling my inner Stuart
You're influenced by the type of energy
That you allow to stay around you
You could either fight it or let it drown you
Either way it goes man
Eventually we go bite the dust
And whether flatline or a flattire
The sad truth is that we all die
So no need for the fake life
And put away that dumb pride
If life was a gift abeg, tell God make e take mine
Maybe I'm just tripping but trust me
I haven't smoked a blunt like in a minute
I'm just thinking
Why go through all the pain and all the suffering?
In the end it's gonna end
So, why the hell are we still bugging?
Oh, speaking of hell
What do you think is gonna happen when we leg over the bucket
Then we miss a step and kick it
Would you meet the father or you meet his fallen children?
Pause this IG live and just ponder for a minute
Chale at this point
I just dey take my last evening drive and laugh small
And you know, if the world dey end
Then you know, it's been nice, you know
We have some sex done some things, you know
Make some small money, chop your mouth
At least I know what pork taste like, you know
So it's been a good life, We go fit take am like that
Cause hahahaha
We are fucked, do you know? Hahahahaha
Colossally fucked
Look at human being



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