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I time travel backwards, moonwalk the stack and flick flack flap the scat like I'm making mats out of grass, because when I spoke it I smoked it and then I blew the chaff bath yourself in the aftermath as you drink in the brink in humanities existence challenged by a simple paragraph makes you think the stink it had to raise must have been and expression of the brink of things the way they found themselves so apocalyptically and now you're in the city drinking in and out the mystery of the future as you use your imagination to reenact the kak that has been used here floating cars with inter dimensional chill, mill down the street as your eyes meet with a foreign sibling eventually you mention me, the words passing over your lips and suddenly you realise the being is equipped with a skibidi toilet flushing portal to dispose of you mortals

view us on the tv believe me you stop breathing when you see me maybe you can be me, but well, see when you see me puffing ivory making stymies that make you brek your heinie smell like calvin klein, everything the light touches is mine feeling fine, dont need wine just some cocolime chilling in the sunshine make it climb higher than your mountains climb breaking your sound system is not a crime unless you do it all the time grave steppa beg to get ya ought to graft at my shop I'll have you working non stop, twerking with a mop dont worry it wont flop we just gotta first pop down to my humble jungle and get some fungus for the rumble

There's something deceptively unrealistic about making your sound system and your ears malfunction together, but when you have sand in your ears... ... you'll have to ear it to undersand

remember the 90s? well this beat will have you not remembering anything since then all roads lead to zef, that's why I always try my zeffest I smack slacks while I kick back, make a track and click clack nobody know I do that, because I keep it hidden list a seed in my thigh that's drying my eye while I cry french fries on your lemonade sky I blow up sky high, and then I disguise myself as steven fry papas got a brand new bag, dont mean to brag but when I drag I drag it out longer, make it feel stronger, song this gong bud thud, as the door slaps closed, bud pull out the rug under your gut hot shit as I spit limitless, I bear witness to myself showing fitness and then I quit this, while I'm ahead, whats the point of a lyricist working himself dead

We've been checking out shadcn gui, and it seems to be very standard looking, I like it