🃏< . . "I'll never be The Weeknd song, die for you?" I created myself, employed myself and cared for myself. Hot girls never cry and get on their knees, look and I want then I get. A g-i-r-l is a gun, you hurt her then you play with artificial weapons. Stay pretty, get educated, dress well and get money as well then go to heaven. How could it be for your sake that I leave a classy life full of glamor and fullness of happiness like a dollar island? Sometimes people with brains in their knees are never clear. You may not even be able to buy me a silver necklace with diamonds, my heels are higher than your degree now. The veins are filled with wealth and cruelty, no government and no hope. Don't torture yourself with hot lasagna in that bowl, it kills your tongue slowly so stop hoping. Remain hot where there is still hope and no aging, no sadness. Add lipstick, money then attack them.