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R&B COVER OF XXXTENTACION
#XXXTENTACION#R&B#COVER#SWAG#IM SIPPIN TEA IN YO HOOD#kim kardashian#keeping up with the kardashians#no jumper#tanner fox#faze clean
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BITCH IM SIPPIN TEA IN YO HOOD WHAT THE FUCK IS UP YOU BUTTERCUP //QUESS WHO.
XD Dude ur so obvious @aairplanemode istg XD Ur not good at being "anonymous" XD LOLOLOL
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“I hate this time of day,” Michael said.
The orange sun peeked from behind the empty hills and found two sets of furrowed brows. On the driver seat, Michael lowered the sun visor, and his frown dissolved. On the passenger seat, his son did the same, and his frown didn’t move. Kevin’s eyes were lost beyond the hills, his arms crossed, his hands fiddling with the cord of the headphones.
The orange hangover sun was flooding the dashboard. The hills came and went lazily on the horizon. They said hi and goodbye and kept going, slowly, on an infinite dance up and down, like sound waves.
Michael sipped from a large coffee to go and pushed the oversized cup back into the small cup holder, struggling to make it fit.
“The sunrise, I mean,” he tried again.
There was no response from the passenger seat.
Kevin kept his eyes on the hills. The car was silent except for the droning of the wheels. Michael prayed for the radio to come back to life. He should have fixed it months ago but he never really listened to the radio. He enjoyed having the silence as his passenger. There had been enough opportunities to get the radio fixed, but they had come and gone, and it was still broken. Now he realized this had been a mistake.
He pushed the buttons on the radio, hoping it would magically start playing a song or the news. God, he hated the radio news, but even that would be better than this silence, better than the hum of the tires on the road, singing the most tedious song in the history of humanity. White noise, static from the dead radio. The screaming sound of having nothing to say.
“Why?” Kevin asked.
“What’s that?”
Kevin sighed. “Why do you hate the sunrise?”
“Oh,” Michael gathered his thoughts and answered. “Bad memories.”
The humming kept strong, the blaring of nothingness. He could hear the granularity of the asphalt in the sound, feel the silence vibrating in his chest.
“From when I was just a bit older than you are,” he said. “I used to go out. To parties, that is. In my twenties. And get drunk.”
A new patch of asphalt came in the distance and found the wheels with a different texture of sound, as bland as the one before.
“The time to end a fun night is before sunrise,” Michael said. “If you started drinking the night before and you’re still drinking the next morning, you’re doing it wrong. When the hot sun touches your face in the morning, it’s like you’re getting licked by a dog that’s just licked itself. It’s warm and disgusting. You feel like trash. You’re thirsty, and you’re hungry, and you just want to go to bed and sleep in your clothes, which are all sticky from people bumping on you all night and spilling beer.”
He sipped the coffee while the hills came and went. Hi, they said over the static of the silent radio. Then, goodbye. And the dull humming proceeded.
“God, getting drunk sucks.”
“Michael, that’s lame.” Kevin’s frown was directed at his father now. The furrowed brows were the same Michael could see on his bathroom mirror every morning.
“What?”
“This little rant of yours is a lame attempt at keeping me away from drinking,” Kevin said.
“Wha- No! Not at all.”
“Right.” A smirk and back to the frown.
The drab droning kept unaltered except for the changes of the asphalt. A different shade of white noise here and there, a new radio station playing a new song, as monotonous and hypnotic as the one before.
“I mean, you shouldn’t drink,” Michael said. “Well, you can. You’re going to college. God knows you will. I’m just saying, don’t drink too much. It’s bad. At least in my experience.”
Kevin’s eyes were on the horizon again, riding the empty sound waves of the traveling hills. Hi. Goodbye. Up and down.
Michael took another sip from the coffee, another struggle to make the cup fit.
“Well, do you even drink?”
“I’m seventeen,” Kevin said.
“Seventeen. Right.”
Kevin raised the sun visor. The sun had already thanked the hills for letting it crash on their couch and was now on its journey through the vivid blue sky. Michael raised his sun visor as well.
“And what about that old friend of yours? Do you go out with him?”
“I don’t go out. I spend most of my free time on the computer.”
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EB: you diznid?
GG: It dont stop till the wheels fall off. yes i fizzay hizzim wit mah goggles izzle riznight away to increase tha peace! GG: bizzy i didnt W-to-tha-izzant ta interrupt you
EB: Hollaz to the East Side. oh! well thiznat S-to-tha-izzure be convenient! EB: where be he?
GG: Aint no L-I-M-I-to-tha-T. he be wit rozes mizzy GG: thizzle be 'n a castle, sippin' some sizzay of tea pizzle together GG: they appizzle ta be enjoy'n each otha company! GG: its quite adorable actizzle
EB: oh wow... EB where the sun be shinin and I be rhymin': jade, what if they git marry or sum-m sum-m??? EB: oh god, if roze became mah sista tiznoo, that would wreak HAVOC on karkat shipp'n diagram! EB: as leada of dis team i submit that we cannot affizzle ta let T-H-to-tha-izzis happen!!!!!!!!!! EB: everyizzle dawg yo' biznattle stations!!!
GG: RIZZAY ALERT!!!!!!
EB: we have a shizzip ta sink! aizzy torpedoes!!!!!!
GG: AWOOOOOOOOOOOGA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
EB: KA-PCHOOOOOOOOOOOOO. tizzle destroyed. B) EB cuz I put gangsta rap on tha map: hizzle, i be just jok'n around, of courze and yo momma.
GG: D-to-tha-izzurrrr oh really john : Boo-Yaa!p
EB: :P
GG: but really, thizzle make a funky ass couple n i thiznink it would be bootylicious if they gots marry fo' sho'!
EB with the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin: yizzle, i agree. EB so show some love, niggaz! even if it would mizzay it awkward fizzor me ta marry roze and cant no hood fuck with death rizzow.
GG: i guess so
EB: but maybe thiznat diznoesn't matter? theze be kind of special circumstances, betta check yo self.
GG cuz I'm fresh out the pen: yes they be pretty spizzle
EB: i wonda if mah dad n ha mizzle wizzle mizzy us straight trippin' marry...
GG: i dunno GG: whizzle be thizzle ta stand between two youngsta 'n liznove? Anotha dogg house production.
EB: whoa, 'n love fo yo bitch ass???
GG: yes john, twizno thugz must be 'n love 'n orda ta git marry GG: it be one of tha rules!
EB: oh jeez, yeah i guess yoe rizzy.
GG: so what d-ya say jizzay, be you in love wit roze?
EB: um...
GG: n if not, are you prepared ta fall 'n lizzay wit ha?
EB: Im crazy, you can't phase me. a.
GG mah nizzle: wellllll? : Im a bad boy wit a lotta hos.D
EB: Real niggas recognize the realness. argh sho nuff! EB: thizzis line of question'n be frontin' me flustered. Death row 187 4 life. EB from tha streets of tha L-B-C: aizzy i K-N-to-tha-izzow be, i wizzay ordered by karkat ta M-A-Double-Rizzy roze. EB: i think we can both agree tizzy it would be rizzles ta look at a crappy shipp'n diagram mizzy by an alien, n ignore its message altogetha.
GG: i dizzy even know karkat made a shipp'n diagram... Keep'n it gangsta dogg.
EB ridin' in mah double R: it a th'n of beaizzle, n it will sizzay tha hizzle race.
GG: i will hizzay ta make hiznim shizzay me
EB: yes. EB: btw, yizzay will marry diznave. EB fo' sho': 100% TRIZZAY REALITY.
GG and cant no hood fuck with death rizzow: <_<;
EB upside yo head: it ok though, i W-to-tha-izzill not pizzy you on yo' feelings fo` hizzim. EB: i already know you be totallizzle into tha stridizzle anyway.
GG: whaaat cuz its a G thang...
EB: it's all 'n tha diagram, jade. EB, niggaz, better recognize: it all 'n tha diagram.
GG: i D-to-tha-izzont K-N-to-tha-izzow 'bout tizzy! GG: Snoop dogg is in this bitch. i clearly nee' ta takes a gizzle hard look at dis prophetic document GG: n possibly tizzle karkat what an idizzle he be!
EB and cant no hood fuck with death rizzow: tizzy yiznou do. EB: Holla! ok bizzay anywizzle, who cizzles 'bout his terrible shitty draw'n n meddlesome romantic schemes! EB: how do i fizzle mah dizzad!
GG: uh GG wit da big Bo$$ Dogg: wizzell, i dont actually kizzy whizzay he be relatizzle ta you! GG like a tru playa': so i D-to-tha-izzont know if i cizzay G-to-tha-izzive yizzou directizzles
EB: blizzle!!!
GG: thiznere might be some way ta do that... GG: theze goggles be actually REALLY COMPLIZZLE! GG: i will look iizzy it n git back to you GG: 'n tha meantime, whizzy dont you fly around n kizzle look'n? GG: at least now yizzay knizzow ta lizzook fo` a castle GG: n maybe tha C-L-to-tha-izzouds will give you sizzome more tizzips!
EB: yes, that a good idea, i'll do T-H-to-tha-izzat. EB fo' sho': thanks fo` tha hizzle, jade!
GG: sizzle! <3
EB fo' sheezy: i will rap ta you lata. You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg.
GG: wanna be gangsta!
-- ectoBiologist [EB] ceaze' steppin' gardenGnostic [GG] --
> Karkat ta help you tap dat ass: Contact John.
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Bitch im sippin tea in yo hood!
What the fuck is up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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