R.11

She got bows on her feet, kicks imported on fleek, weather or whether, her purpose is the streets, fashionably chic, eighty two percent freak. Whenever her blog speaks, she's destined for greatness week over week. Don't mind the madness that is each in that we seek, the heart is hell, not for those who are often weak. Bob and tell, the apple isn't so reeked. Mobbin' BLZ, flashback forward modern 70's heat. Wavin' that flame, she's got that passion beyond game, it's a lifestyle,  nothing in it is preached.