Crossed up my dog bad but blew the initial left handed lay up attempt

LAKERSSSSSSSSSS

Still smoke em, Dale Gribble
Turn a frail brittle man boasting tales to a stale kibble
Hail Hot Rod Strickland dribbling down his pale nipples
Sails ripple when I walk by

carve ink guard me from the dark dreams
My barge sinks from the garbage that I’m harboring
Starving for a wrinkle starch hardening my arteries
Swan started singin, the audience was arguing
Gardening seeds to sneeze at the Sergeants armory
Martyrs if carton reads your sons gone like sarvers team

Got hits I’m just storing in boxes/ vault looking crazy like it’s Mondo Duplantis

The defender was terrified

Arguing with my mom about the Rizzler’s health