no feels, no heart in their body left, sex, kiss, pussy, that only they about tells...
i feels alone & i try to go out & do the same thing but maybe god made me different thing...
i wanna be ugly so may you all girls hate me, 'cos your finger sick about ring changing.
you got poor to your soul now, stop calling me, i'll throw my cell phone now,
where you got my number, what the hell you call me, i don't even know your name, BROWN.
i don't got money, i am not intrusted to taste your honey, your soul is ugly shit , plss won't call me .......!:/
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