Used be thrifty
Now I’m gifting fifties
As tips even though the service was shit
Sitting pretty, looking pretty, windowless no Sin City
Servants and shit
Serval fur my shit, spliff a curative if it hits
My next pair of Chrome Hearts shoes in the queue
Worshipping cubes
Ruined offerings left in ditches nude
No ditching or snitching
No pictures on devil missions
Drug abusing, price of never missing
Weaving illusions, using the fumes
Looking bougie between the jewels.
Alchemisland 
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