| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 74% | That's a reserve way. | ▶️ |
| 76% | I was all, Yeah, go play, go switch, you tell me name, You need the enemy on the plush, That way, too. | ▶️ |
| 75% | Let's try to get this to count to a zillion amount of views. And hey, I love y'all. I'll be calling you. That way. | ▶️ |
| 71% | I love the way you love to heal, you love life, your inspiration. I love the way that you give, your heart so freely, your sweet sensation. You're my invitation too. | ▶️ |
| 74% | just let that risitional nothing go down in a disconnected same way and let it go back back, D just let it fall down with staff stop it people are really real like just with a notification this subscribe and a little thing like, hope and share with you Consider you | ▶️ |
| 73% | I didn't think that way. | ▶️ |
| 73% | Do not deal with yourself. This is not the end yet. We sense into your body. We sense a way for you for my mind. A way for my mind. You will have no escape from free your mind. Let the attention grow. Feel the blood pumping through your veins. All that energy will go back to your senses and to your nerves. Set it free. Don't be afraid. It's time to continue the experience of your life. | ▶️ |
| 68% | Holding for the day, you know that isn't right. With the training of the service, they only pick you up on. A shaker hangs, and then he hops and pieces burn. But for now, you stay in all this hell that's in burn. Every now and then, she's just a stupor-haired, false-sealed, false-sealed, dead-night-goer, dead-night-goer, free-goer, true-goer, hardly no way. But say it, but say it, if she's a queen, but her baby's clean, but her holy ghost has said, you're so mean, you're so coy, you're so angry, you're so vague, contributing us, probably be friends. Isn't this sad, is this how we all end? Bouncy, bouncy, she's just a bad, bad, bouncy, bouncy, she's just a bad, bad, bouncy, bouncy, she's just a bad, bad, bouncy. | ▶️ |
| 67% | Holding for the day, you know that isn't right. With the training of the service, they only pick you up on. A shaker hangs, and then he hops and pieces burn. But for now, you stay in all this hell that's in burn. Every now and then, she's just a stupor-haired, false-sealed, false-sealed, dead-night-goer, dead-night-goer, free-goer, true-goer, hardly no way. But say it, but say it, if she's a queen, but her baby's clean, but her holy ghost has said, you're so mean, you're so coy, you're so angry, you're so vague, contributing us, probably be friends. Isn't this sad, is this how we all end? Bouncy, bouncy, she's just a bad, bad, bouncy, bouncy, she's just a bad, bad, bouncy, bouncy, she's just a bad, bad, bouncy. | ▶️ |
| 71% | I could feel the virus of deep air burning through my own feet. I could see the best way for a burning source for me. I would try to hold the voice like they're fighting lies. I will see to just a break that India is the soft and forward. | ▶️ |
