There once was a cat, low-key slay, Who prowled in the drip of the day. Said the cat, “Big cringe, no cap, Your fit’s straight mid—it’s a trap.” Then ghosted the vibe, no delay.
There once was a cat, low-key slay, Who prowled in the drip of the day. Said the cat, “Big cringe, no cap, Your fit’s straight mid—it’s a trap.” Then ghosted the vibe, no delay.