Aaaaand it begins.
Again.
Oh, Shaman! I need that fucking limpia.
Aren't people supposed to be famous in order to have haters?
Fantastic.
I'll just keep acting like I don't know anything is going on... and mind my own business.
The man gets me.
Again.
Oh, Shaman! I need that fucking limpia.
Aren't people supposed to be famous in order to have haters?
Fantastic.
And I made myself so easy to love...Luckily I can put this stress to good use and fucking PUSH.
You haters, how can I gain your favor?
I need to know, 'cause I care.
I need you to love me, I swear. Look here.
I'll just keep acting like I don't know anything is going on... and mind my own business.
I need you, stay there.Oh, HOVA, why you so smart?
I breathe you, like air.
The man gets me.
2 comments:
I am slightly confused. Someone's being a dick?
Oh man! A shitton has happened since the last time I saw you. This post in particular relates to a couple of bitches going around snooping through my Instagram and again, spreading the word that I'm drugging myself. These Hometown people exasperate me.
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