

I honestly don’t know what these words mean put together. Like at all. Its making me disassociate.
I honestly don’t know what these words mean put together. Like at all. Its making me disassociate.
Robert’s got a quick hand He’ll look around the room, he won’t tell you his plan He’s got a rolled cigarette Hanging out his mouth, he’s a cowboy kid
Yeah, he found a six-shooter gun In his dad’s closet, oh, in a box of fun things I don’t even know what But he’s coming for you, yeah, he’s coming for you
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run faster than my bullet
Daddy works a long day He be coming home late, and he’s coming home late And he’s bringing me a surprise 'Cause dinner’s in the kitchen and it’s packed in ice
I’ve waited for a long time Yeah, the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger I reason with my cigarette And say: Your hair’s on fire, you must’ve lost your wits, yeah
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run faster than my bullet
(Run, run, run, run) (Run, run, run, run, run, run) (Run, run, run, run, run, run) (Run, run, run, run) (Run, run, run, run, run)
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run faster than my bullet
Ya’ll haven’t read Programmed to Kill and it fucking shows. NO SHIT. MK ULTRA WAS REAL. It’s a strategy of tension, Gladio 2.0. It could not get more obvious.
Incorrect. About half of the population didn’t vote.
My money is on amphetamines.
Use W.A.S.T.E.
Where can I get this midi controller? Literally exactly what I need for my rig.
Killary’s walnut brain is unable to comprehend that some people have principles like “genocide is bad.”
The feds have an astronomical conviction rate, they only pursue charges if they’re almost entirely certain they’ll get a conviction.
Interesting choice for the main character’s last name. I did a legit double take to make sure it wasn’t McVeigh. I’m sure it’s just a coincidence.
Augustus Busch (Busch brewing) was implicated in the deaths of two women and got away with it. One DUI car crash where he fled the scene and left a critically injured woman in the car, one overdose in his apartment.
Just leave! If it sucks, hit da bricks.
Your apartment and your toothbrush are personal property, not private property. Theirs a distinction between the two.
Uncritical support to the heroes of the resistance in their struggle against the genocidal zionist entity. Glory to the martyrs.
Can’t wait to see the Amerikkkan navy get sent straight to hell by a barrage of DF-21Ds within hours of shit going hot.
I need to get into the supplements market. Lots of potential for growth in supplaments.