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I smell testosterone; The taste of nostalgia Thought of a tune From a tune I had wondered before That i'm better alone, But no worries I call california No resignments I had assigned myself this watch From a throne I could tale the tune, adorner My attention, I have no more artifacts He don't hesitate, no! She don't want no primetime players! He don't call her back, Oh no Lord, She don't give him no false numbers It's at a standoff, No calls, no texts Shit, He's on a roll, doc! She don't want no more one and onlys She don't want no one and onlys Only good times! Unh! {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©