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pt II.
Baby dont make no fast moves.
Yeah I here all the time. Im so impatient. I try to live life a million miles a second, and crash every single time.
Sometimes i think my parents are wrong when they tell me im a million mistakes waiting to happen.
Ha, Ive already made a few billion in the past, whats a few million more right? ..............right?
I was reading about the physics of time travel the other day. (wikipedia is sent to us from god.)
Well Einstien said that if we were able to travel through time or at the speed of light,
that everything on the outside of the vessel would zoom past you like white lines in the distance,
but everything inside would seem to be timeless. Clocks would stop, and you would barely be able to move.
thats exactly how i think things are for me.
god i should listen to my family and friends more.
pt. III
So my dream as of late is being a rapper, a concious rapper (i.e. talib or mos)
My name would be roses and i would pretend to be a fucking gangsta.
I would ride around in a clean ass black cadillac, or buick from the 80's
wear astros fitted caps. the nicest forces/dunks and match my shirts to the swooshes on them.
i might just need to sing again. holla at me if you got beats.
yeah im roses.
Baby dont make no fast moves.
Yeah I here all the time. Im so impatient. I try to live life a million miles a second, and crash every single time.
Sometimes i think my parents are wrong when they tell me im a million mistakes waiting to happen.
Ha, Ive already made a few billion in the past, whats a few million more right? ..............right?
I was reading about the physics of time travel the other day. (wikipedia is sent to us from god.)
Well Einstien said that if we were able to travel through time or at the speed of light,
that everything on the outside of the vessel would zoom past you like white lines in the distance,
but everything inside would seem to be timeless. Clocks would stop, and you would barely be able to move.
thats exactly how i think things are for me.
god i should listen to my family and friends more.
pt. III
So my dream as of late is being a rapper, a concious rapper (i.e. talib or mos)
My name would be roses and i would pretend to be a fucking gangsta.
I would ride around in a clean ass black cadillac, or buick from the 80's
wear astros fitted caps. the nicest forces/dunks and match my shirts to the swooshes on them.
i might just need to sing again. holla at me if you got beats.
yeah im roses.