Shiiiit.

I don't know where in the fuck I am... But, I ain't goin' back to my bro, he's a dickmunch. Fuck... Navigational skills ain't my forte.

And that rain shit, sucked... Now the roads smell like.. Rotted fleshy ass.

Hnn... I don't need Kanaye.

I can't stay 'round my punkass bro, he's a dickmuncher.... I'm out!

Fuck it, I'll figure it out in the fog somehow... Any ladies' out there roamin' in the fog? Just curious! We could chill, n' chat in the fog, if yer up for it!

Fuck.

Fog sucks. I hope it doesn't jack up my new sneakers! Shit, these puppies ain't cheap... Though I could prolly loot a shoe store, not that I can see a fucking inch in front of my face.

Oh, and bro, I'm not superficial, nor am I a fucking 'material girl'...

( just play a funky groove; i'll dance, bitch. )