New day, new, you wake your ass, only straws clotted to the window, fucking gratitude, be mine.

Listen to May I elaborate, daily wisdom from me, J.B. Smooth.

When people always throw out, they throw out the phrase, get over it.

Woo! They say, get over it. Like it's that fucking easy to get over it.

Man, I'm telling you something. Sometimes getting over it, it's a big ass climb.

Oh, man. Then they say, let it go. Who are you to tell anybody to get over it?

And then eventually, now you're gotten over it. But it was so damn hard, getting over it.

But you can't let it go. Now you can't let, let it go, go. Now you all fucked up.

Now you can't let it go, let it, let it go.

You ever played jingo miles? No, like it, it gets me nervous, I can't do it.

Man, that fucking game. I know you feel as though you're responsible for some building

that people are fucking living in. You think it's people living in that motherfucker.

Don't you, Miles? Like some kind of skyscraper that you fucking built wrong.

No, I don't think that. Sometimes, if you think like that, if you think like that,

Miles, it may solve the solution. Here's what the fuck you do, Miles.

Yeah, I'm gonna fix you. I'm gonna fuck around and fix you, Miles.

Anybody out there who did some bullshit, who was fucking has paranoia,

I'm playing fucking jingo, fucking game, instead of fucking pulling pieces out, Miles,

instead of pulling pieces of fucking hell, here's what the fuck you do, Miles.

You take a game, it's already started. Yeah.

You let somebody play and then you tell them, thanks, it's the fuck out of my house.

They leave, right? Right. And then what you do is this.

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