What's your life motto ?

Because you can barely hear me after hittin all those blunts, but it's funny how I'm higher and I ain't hit none

look at this new sexy pfp pic

I know so many people but I only like you. I've got so many friends but I only like a few

who else wants to get eardrops put in their ears 4 times a day, because i sure don't!

LiT

Need any help with the pfp I made you?

Your pfp is blury. I can't see. Please help me good friend.

hello

I can count to one Mississippi without needing you to be with me

I never said hbd on your profile so happy birthday <3

Used to dream of outer space but now they're laughing at our face,
Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money."
Yo.

Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, bunny
We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money
Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, bunny
We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money
We used to play pretend, give each other different names,
We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away,

Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out (oh)
Wish we could turn back time (oh), to the good ol' days (oh),
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.

We used to play pretend, give each other different names,
We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away,
Used to dream of outer space but now they're laughing at our face,
Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money."
Yo.

We used to play pretend, give each other different names,
We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away,
Used to dream of outer space but now they're laughing at our face,
Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money."
Yo.

Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out (oh).
Wish we could turn back time (oh), to the good ol' days (oh),
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.

My name's 'Blurryface' and I care what you think.
My name's 'Blurryface' and I care what you think.

It'd be to my brother, 'cause we have the same nose,
Same clothes homegrown a stone's throw from a creek we used to roam,
But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered,
Out of student loans and treehouse homes we all would take the latter.

Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young,
How come I'm never able to identify where it's coming from,
I'd make a candle out of it if I ever found it,
Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I'd probably only sell one,