— mic mic bungee —

we've been streaking like we going through the quad, sending all these naughty pictures of your bod. low key i ain't even told the squad, they gone be like who's this yellow tail that he just got—but i don't really care about what they say, it's going down like mayday, know the pain is coming but the rush feeling amazing. i might take a plane straight from LA out to chi town, turn this fairy tale into a lifestyle, but for right now, it's ghost stories.