{The Red Wars.} - Sai The Saige/ -13. (Freestyle Mixtape)

Make a mockery of myself;
wear smock to work
I don't talk too much no more
I just gossip somedays,
Dark on mondays;
The forgotten apostle
With just enough rope
To jump off and hope
It all stops, soon
The motocross and the terror stalkers
Just across from the starbucks at the Rock
–it got awkward
But God Loves me

Might start a talk show
Some chef, with a pop tart
A pop up club, a long night
Some broke shards of glass,
the yards of all the scars on stars and stripe
Feels like a long night–
Got coffee and tacos
A long talk with your blonde wife
To bypass the psycos
Right, though?
Bro, it's so over;
I won a whole asshole and a four leaf clover
In a game of poker

Now, brush your shoulders off
Brush your hair,
Pet the dog,
And kick the cat over and over
Till he turns back to a robot
“You're so gross.”
–don't i know it.

The whole world is over
–you jump first,
I'll follow

Lets keep talking
About the letters I penned
To the false Gods,
Painted them scarlett, of course
Scattered em from here
to Scarboro Fair, I was right there,
then out of nowhere
a new nightmare
with nice hair

Here we go again

Lines out the door;
We got lines out the door
Out of Order

The world is at war
The whole world has run
Out of water

The four is the for
Theres no five
But the V for vendetta

Theres lines out the door
The whole world
Is a mom
And a daughter

My jokes get better,
The buildings look bigger

I pretend this seltzer is alcohol
Cause i want it
To make me forget
I've got all my–

Huh

There's a line out the door.

What if–
Me,
And all of your friends
And all of my

Wait, I don't have any friends
I'm getting a cat.

I was just thinking about Mila Kunis.

Oh yes, why's that?

SETH MCFARLENE

YEEEEE. YEEEEEEE. YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

WHAT, GODDAMMIT

GIGGITY!

OKAY, ASSHOLE

Eyes on eyes,
and tears on tears
All the years ive cried
On ears on ears
Why am I even here?

It's been too long, since i've been touched
I don't love love
but i dislike lust
I don't trust anyone
I don't have a number
I crawled up my arm,
Danced with the blood drawn

BLŪ wakes up famous.

[The world swirls into a plume of dark blue sky; BLŪ awakens suddenly from the blackness of a deep sleep in the middle of a road, a group of people, friends, swirling around her.]

YO.

What?

BLŪ.

What's up.

PARTY FOUL, BROH.

…

Billie Ellish?

Billie Pirate Ellish.

Uh.

That's why the rum–
Is gone.

What.

Guess i'm Jack Sparrow, now.

Hey wait–are you even legal?

Uh. I'm a mad fucking genius; are you legal?

I don't know.

Besides, this was your idea.

What–what?

Exactly. Get up.

Wtf is going on in this scene.
Idk i might a have to play the song again

Fuck that. I'm about to slit myfucking wrists.

HAVOC.

Where are we going?

You still got that NDA in your wallet?

I–yeah.

Then we're gucci.

“Waking up Famous”

I don't know exactly what happened.

[Looking in the mirror, confused.]

This is a nice leather jacket.
I wonder if i'm still Vegan.

Damn. I look mad rich.

BLŪ hurry UP!

[toilet flushes with foot]

Alright, I'm coming.

[Blu checks her pockets to find a wallet, the contents including numerous cards–metal ones, with copious amounts of cash, and pre-filled NDAs which have been folder neatly and stuffed into the corner pocket of the trifold wallet]

Billabong. Classy.

I'm never gonna finish that other project, am I?

Whatever.
Leave Fallon alone.

I did.

–it came back.

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