And then there was that time I got laid off and drove up from Texarkana to Fayetteville AR pumping Le1f out my buzzing car speakers, like I was up on the new-new NYC sound tip and was so woke I would peel the eyelids back on any redneck whose truck I passed with just my sound waves.
Was a good trip regardless, even if I had to turn around after one night and head back home to AUS via TXK.
When you ain’t got nothing left to chew, you savor the flavor, and smirk because of your above-it-all secrets. Like what you got is next level, and they ain’t hip.
Like they ain’t find me. Like they ain’t reach me.