Nomind #26 - Lotta Lotto, Real Yolk No Haggle

Got a lotta, gotta lotta, gotta lotta days! I gotta lotta days...
When I'm not in my place! Not in my straight heat phase...
And I know and I know it can go a lot of ways...
A whole lot of ways... yeaaah! It can go all to waste! Down these waterways...

But not today...

Cause today I'm fucking doing it hugely! I'm moving fluently!
I feel as truant as a huge machine! Doing feats!
Youth ain't weak! I dropped a year and a few with ease!
Shedding kilos for real though need new apparel!

But really no... I still got a real arena to go.
I gotta walk, I gotta jog, I gotta scare up smoke.
I gotta keep on till my finger's bleed from gearing,
Not all day but all year in! It's gonna be apparent!

Cyberdevil's on a streak, still speaking third-person!
Old people speak to themselves, think Cyberdevil will worsen?
It can't get worse though than hell! Still living in my shell!
Tired of saying the same thing, when will I yell and break my

Thin walls like a thin sauce gotta put in yolk!
No gluten for me no I do no coke.
I mean wheat - visual similarities.
That'll be my motto - I don't snaggle bleach.

Gotta win the lotto - I'll be haggle free.

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