| Probability | Text |
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| 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 | ▶️ |
| 65% | WAAAAAAH! Haha! YEAH! They think you are gonna work on this day! I just know, I just know, I know I... I can take them in the mail! Do you wanna help me help them out with that? I'm going to be in their own way! They know I'm in their own way! No, it's not my way, Jim! Try not to sing so much. Try not to think so much! I can't remember what my parents were like. | ▶️ |
