R.19

Flatline, death emoji less Vegas trips. Dollar signs and three packs of X in a lift. High line and careless, runners gut awareness. My time with P, no dogs would dare this. Reckless two ratios with none other than case closed. Opened up, never was, all of it just say so. 2 am touchdown with hooligans rush hound, switch it up, smash a cup bump fist pound. Bounce back out of trap town, run it back for the get down. Realize I ain't gotta do it like this now. Who am I to say I ain't blessed by the man with the crown. Prayed up, won't let another play crutch, I'm not bound. Way up on my way up, stay clutch.