| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 69% | I'm worried about you! Gave my hands that your kids felt so good! | ▶️ |
| 67% | So correct, just full of tears, all the pain I felt when you're not here | ▶️ |
| 70% | and shamed and felt all. | ▶️ |
| 74% | The microphone is felt as though it Regulatory | ▶️ |
| 69% | Backing together with rain for 40 days, Aye I like Slain's, but I can't show no pain. My headache, enormous proportions, The size of a bucket, painkillers can't touch it. Show what my little brother's gone. Now I'm torn apart as I stand with the knife. At my heart, we shared the good and the bad times. When walls broke out to the store, it was half time. Remember she came back, yo, And we got beatings with the Hot Wheel Track. I felt the hurt from your own predicament. Lost the scholarship, can't play pro board with torn ligaments. Career suddenly ended, your goal was offended. Suicide, death tips recommended to try black, But you were not versed as we blessed the earth. So let us pour the wine, preventing suicide. So | ▶️ |
