New day, new, you wake your ass, only straws, clothes, it's the money to fucking grab it to you.

Be mine, listen to me, I elaborate, barely wisdom from me, J.B. Smooth.

I know a lot of preaching and pontificating on a subject of going deep and for the reason,

to really get to the heart of shit, to have to dive way beneath the surface.

I was on that movie from years ago called Journey to the Sin of the Earth.

Now, in that movie, Miles, these explorers had their ship shaped like a drill,

and they were used to venture deep into the Earth's core.

We kind of might even go into the dentist and shit, fucking drill and shit,

and you're fucking cavity, and back your gutting wisdom, too, with some shit like that.

It was a venture deep into the Earth's core, Miles.

I don't know what the fuck they thought they were fine, Miles.

What, what, maybe some old people and shit, or maybe some cavities.

I don't know what the fuck they're looking for, Miles.

Or a race of people with light bulbs for eyes.

I don't know.

I do know by tunneling into the Earth's core, they could have fucked shit up, Miles.

I mean, I'm not a fucking geologist.

That could have made the Earth collapse.

And on itself, Miles, I should could have fucking just created a sinkhole

and the whole Earth went into the fucking sinkhole, Miles, and swallowed itself up.

And for what, Miles?

Just to hook up with some light bulb eyes, ask old people.

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