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Life or Death - Chapter 08
Summary: Anger issues and memories of a horrific past biting at her heels, Kenzie Ames is pulled back into active service. Sent to Top Gun to help train a handful of Navy Pilots on how to survive their next mission, Ames’ resentment and anger may hurt her and those around her more than she knows if she can’t get it under control. Secrets weighing her down, Ames soon finds a Lieutenant’s persistent desire to know her maybe more than she can handle as the clock ticks away the time she has to make sure that not only do they come home, but the part of herself she left back in the cold, barren, tundra does too.
Author Notes: I am out of practice writing fanfiction. Sorry. This is an OC x Bradly Bradshaw or Reader x Bradly Bradshaw. All 3rd person pov.
Table of Contents: Will update as we go.
Chapter 01 | Chapter 02 | Chapter 03 | Chapter 04 | Chapter 05 | Chapter 06 | Chapter 07 | Chapter 08 | Chapter 09 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 |
Rooster still had the conversation with Ames on his mind from the night before when he entered the ready room that morning. However, he found out quickly that Ames appeared to be able to set aside any feelings Rooster thought she might have for him on the back burner and that he needed to too, especially if the cold, calculated smile on her face was anything to go by.
"You've got a week to show me how proficient one of you is in flying a Blackbird," Maverick said with a lopsided smile. "Well, Son of Blackbird."
"An SR-72?" Bob said as Hangman released a low whistle, arm bumping against Coyote. "I didn't even know we'd gotten any yet."
"Sweet," Fanboy said with a smile that seemed to mirror everyone else's.
Rooster's lips lifted at the corners ever-so-slightly, but his eyes fell back to Ames, who had a knowing smirk. The Lockheed SR-72 Son of Blackbird was the newest top-of-the-line stealth jet, cream of the crop, and it was gorgeous as all hell, but Rooster was sure the other shoe had yet to drop...like it had with the Su-57.
Maverick's smile brightened, matching Ames'—all full of mischief.
"At night."
And there was the other shoe.
They promptly learned that the second half of the month would include evening and nighttime flying. Dog fights at night were rare but not unheard of. Keeping the enemy in sight was hard enough, even more challenging when strictly by radar in the dark. But it was a recon mission, after all, and those were best done under cover of darkness.
"Ugh, I hate nighttime sorties. It's so fuckin' nerve-racking!" Fanboy said, stretching his arms out above his head, eliciting a yawn in the process. "Nothin' like a bird strike in the dark."
"Try not to jinx us," Phoenix replied, looking out across the evening sky.
"It's hard enough knowing we're the distraction for the SR-72 and that one, if not all of us, might be shot down," Bob said into the rapidly darkening room as they awaited their turn with the Son of Blackbird.
"There's no maybe," Rooster’s voice a low rumble in the dark. "One of us is punchin’ out."
"Really, Rooster?" Payback said, watching the deepening blue of the horizon. "You're meant to be the optimist in the group."
Rooster sighed heavily but said nothing.
"But why F-18s?" Fanboy asked no one in particular. "What's with Maverick's obsession? Why not the 35s?"
"Cheaper to crash," came Ames' voice from somewhere deep in the room.
Rooster's head snapped around, as did everyone else's in the general direction the comment came from, but no one moved to turn the room's lights on as they stilled in the enveloping darkness. He hadn't even known she was in the room, and apparently, neither did the others.
"Gotta love suicidal missions," Ames mumbled into the dark.
"No offense, sir, but saying that isn't helping," Phoenix said roughly, and Rooster turned his eyes on his friend. Phoenix had been the only one willing to challenge Ames during their training, which hadn't gone unnoticed.
"Would you prefer I lie?" The question hung heavy in the air.
"I'd prefer you not refer to it as a suicide mission," Phoenix responded. "Sir."
Rooster could see Fanboy staring in disbelief at Phoenix as Payback shook his head, eyes still watching the thin horizon as it slipped out of sight. Ames stood, and Rooster felt her presence wash over him like the ocean over the beach, part of him left behind as the rest was pulled in by her gravity. He chose very deliberately not to look back at her—to not look at the oncoming storm.
Ames stared at Phoenix in the silence and watched the lieutenant stiffen under her gaze. Felt her resolve begin to crack, and a part of her enjoyed it, but another part of her, smaller than the anger, was asking: 'why?'.
"If there is only one thing you take away from this encounter with me, it's that I will never sugarcoat anything for anyone. I will not undersell a mission or oversell it. I do not make threats or promises. I state very simple facts," Ames said into the silence. "So, believe me when I say that this mission is shit. I don't say it because I wanna bring down your morale. I say it because I want you to be informed. I want you to go into it knowing that: 'Yes, I may not be coming back from this.' but what I want most is for you to face this reality—and fight it."
Rooster felt the tension in the air suddenly lessen and watched as Phoenix's shoulders relaxed from her position next to Bob.
"Now, whether you let the fear win or not is up to you and your strength of will. I am not Admiral Simpson. I will not pad the truth to make either of us feel better about the likelihood of the situation. I will always, always be a straight shooter with you," she said, and Rooster saw Payback, Fanboy, and Bob nod their heads.
Ames sighed and said, "I've learned to live by a very simple motto," as she stepped out from the line of chairs in the back of the room.
"Life or death, fly or die."
He didn't know if it was in agreement or approval, but Rooster saw his long-time friend press her lips together ever so slightly and nod her head.
"Yes, sir."
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A/N: I am hoping to get the next one out in a week or sooner! :) Thanks for reading guys, it mean a lot to me!
#Rooster x OC#Rooster x reader#reader x rooster#oc#Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x OC#Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x Reader#Reader x Bradley Rooster Bradshaw#OC x Bradley Rooster Bradshaw#OC x Bradley Bradshaw#Reader x Bradley Bradshaw#top gun#top gun maverick#bradley rooster bradshaw#bradley bradshaw#rooster#mywriting
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anyone else punchin a clock on da weekend because da gottdamb LTO machine shit the bed?
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Work, work all week long
Punchin' that clock from dusk to dawn
Countin' the days 'til Friday night
That's when all the conditions are right for a good time
I need a good time
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❤️ Back on top, punchin' the clock, clutchin' sanity
I got more cribs than Habitat for Humanity
Shit profound, we propagating more profanity 🤍
#taylor swift#taylors version#madison beer#madison elle beer#1989 taylor's version#blake lively#kansas city chiefs#life support#silence between songs#Spotify
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I got me a brand new car
Waitin' in the driveway
Shinin' like a bright new star
I've be wishin' on it every day
To take me away from here
So I called in to where I work
Told a little white lie
No my back don't really hurt
But that's my alibi
My temporary ticket to anywhere but there
Call it an early weekend
Call it goin' off the deep end
Call it what you want
I made up my mind
I don't have to be me till Monday
Friday, Saturday, Sunday
I ain't gonna face reality
Three days without punchin' a time clock
Three nights of goin' non-stop
No work and all play
I don't have to be me till Monday
Yeah
I can do what I wanna do
Be who I wanna be
I got no one to answer to
Soon as I turn the key
A cash machine, gasoline and we're outta here
Call it an early weekend
Call it goin' off the deep end
Baby, you and me
We can leave it all behind
'Cause I don't have to be me till Monday
Friday, Saturday, Sunday
I ain't gonna face reality
Three days without punchin' a time clock
Three nights of goin' non-stop
No work and all play
I don't have to be me till Monday
Oh, three days without punchin' a time clock
Three nights of goin' non-stop
No work and all play
I don't have to be me till Monday
I don't have to be me till Monday
(I don't have to be me)
I don't have to be me till Monday
(I don't have to be me)
I don't have to be me till Monday
tomorrow IS monday and i have SCHOOL.
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#the off season#p u n c h i n ‘ . t h e . c l o c k#moons out#punchin the clock#jcole#cole world#j cole#halal#nyc#j. cole
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...Three days without punchin' a time clock,
Three nights of goin' non-stop,
No work and all play, I don't have to be me till Monday...
I don't have to be me (till Monday) by Steve Azar (2002), a song that I hadn't heard before but it was very jolly and perfect for letting your hair down for the weekend.
This set was taken quite some time ago but for some reason it slipped through my net and got left on the cutting room floor. When I came across it again it seemed a shame to waste it so here they are for your perusal, hope you like them, Cassi Xx. :-)
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The Sixth and Final Straw
Dallas x Sylvia Imagine
WARNING(S): Swearing, brief mentions of violence and s*xual content.
Sylvia stood outside the police station with her arms crossed, her lips pulled into a tight frown as she waited for her boyfriend to be released. Dallas Winston getting sent to the cooler wasn’t out of the ordinary, but it still didn't stop her from getting worked up every time. Sylvia had been counting, this was the sixth time he had been sent away while they were together.
She spent most nights up, crying her eyes out and screaming into her pillow. Always worrying if he was safe and not stabbed in a cell. Everyone constantly asking her ‘How’s Dally? How much time he get? What'd he do this time?’ While all the other girls with boyfriends were out having fun, Sylvia was always waiting for him to get out of jail or any other trouble he was in. Tonight was the last time, the final straw.
She was done.
Dallas came sauntering out of the front doors, a cop escorted him down the steps to the sidewalk where Sylvia stood. He sent her that signature devious smirk, but this time he was impressing nobody.
“Y'all have a good night.” The cop grumbled before making his way back into the station.
The pair stared each other down, not a word was spoken until the doors slammed closed indicating the pig was gone.
Dally sighed deeply, “What’s with the face?”
She stayed silent, jaw clenching as she did everything in her will power not to slap him right across the face.
“Oh gee, what did I do now?” He rolled his eyes, “Got any cancer sticks?”
“No.” She spat, “I don’t have any.”
Dal’s thick eyebrows pulled together as he looked down at her. He was annoyed, five months without seeing or even talking to his girl yet somehow she found a reason to be mad at him.
“What’s the matter, doll? You not happy to see me or sum?” He asked.
“Don’t you 'doll’ me, Dallas.”
He raised an eyebrow at her and chuckled dryly, that only fueled her anger. He found the situation humorous. How was it funny? She didn’t have a clue. But she did know he was one cocky son of a b*tch, and nothing with Dallas was ever easy.
“Syl, I really am not in the mood to fight with you right now. Especially when I just got out of jail five seconds ago.” He said with a bored tone.
“Do you know what time it is?”
“Wha–”
“I said do you know what time it is?” She cut him off.
“No, Sylvia. What time is it?” Dallas’ voice became hard, his patience was running very thin.
“It is four in the mornin’. Four o’ clock in the mornin’, and what am I doin’ up this f*ckin’ early? Hm?”
He didn’t respond, instead he began to slowly walk down the sidewalk and away from the station. He knew a fight was coming and there was no avoiding it, and for the first time ever he didn’t want to get in trouble… again.
“Don’t you dare walk away from me, hood.” She growled.
Sylvia quickly walked over and stopped in front of his path, there was no way he was escaping what was coming.
“Hood?” Dallas snickered, “That’s cute.”
“It is four in the mornin’.” She repeated. “I got up and walked over to the police station, by myself may I add, for the sixth time since I’ve been with you.”
Dallas shrugged, “So?”
“So?” She breathed out. “T-That’s normal? You think that’s fine? To go in and out of jail constantly while your girlfriend is worried sick about you?”
“Don’t start with me.”
He went to walk around her, but she slammed her hands on his chest and pushed him back.
Dallas shot her a deadly look, “I ain’t your punchin’ bag, kid.”
“Do you even care? Be honest with me Winston is there any tiny part of you that cares the slightest bit about me, and how I feel whenever you’re gone?”
Sylvia mentally cursed at herself as she heard her voice break. She didn’t plan for it to go this way, her breaking down in front of him. This time she wanted it to be different, she wanted to be strong.
“How you feel?” He scoffed. “From what I hear you’ve been havin’ a blast while I’m gone.”
“You can’t be serious right no–”
“You got some serious balls coming at me, making me feel like I did something wrong when you’re the one thats been f*ckin’ another guy while I’ve been away.”
She was completely and utterly gobsmacked, how in the world did he find out about that? She watched him with tearful eyes as he bent down so his face was level with hers.
“You should’ve know better… I got eyes and ears all over this town. Did you really think that wasn’t gonna get back to me?”
Dallas didn’t get answer, only a choked sob. She hastily wiped away the tears that were cascading down her cheeks, smearing her make-up in the process.
“Syl, I may not be the best boyfriend in the world…” He leaned in closer and brought his voice to a whisper, “But I never cheated on you.”
He straightened himself up and took a few steps back.
“Yeah, I’m a horrible f*ckin’ human being.” He admitted. “But guess what, baby? You’re just as sh*tty a person as me.”
With that he turned around and walked away, shoving his fists in his jacket pockets. He tried his very best to not belt out any obscenities towards the girl he once thought he knew. Sure, they fought like cats and dogs, but that never changed the fact that he was always loyal to her. He had actually trusted her, and that was one of the biggest mistakes he had ever made.
“I was done waitin’ for you!”
He halted in his tracks as her strangled voice cried out into the atmosphere.
“Dallas I love you, god damnit! But you’ll never love me!”
He shook his head, closing his eyes tightly trying to shut her out as he tried to leave again.
“You kept leavin’! You were always gone and it hurt me so ba–”
“So that means you had to go and f*ck Tim Shepard!?” Dallas roared.
The greaser girl visibly flinched as he whirled around to face her once more, pure disgust was evident in his features. She trembled while wrapping her arms around herself in a lame attempt to pull herself together.
“Dal… I am so sor–”
“F*ck your sorry!”
He stormed right back over to her, she whimpered and turned her head away to avoid his hateful gaze.
“How would you feel if I went and f*cked Angela, huh!? If I went and banged one of your friends how would that make you feel?” He seethed.
“You weren’t there…” She said quietly. “I couldn’t just sit around and wait for you to grow up.”
She reached behind her neck and unclasped Dally’s Christopher that he had given her when they first got together.
“That was silly of me, thinkin’ that maybe someday you’d end up lovin’ me. You don’t know how to love anythin’.”
“Like you do?” Dallas threw his hands up in the air. “'Cause having s*x with one of my friends is an odd way of showin’ it.”
Sylvia shook her head and sniffled, “You’ll never understand.”
She grabbed one of his hands and forced it open, dropping his necklace in his palm.
“Goodbye, Dal.”
#the outsiders#the outsiders fic#the outsiders imagine#the outsiders fandom#the outsiders dally#the outsiders sylvia#dallas winston#dally winston#dallas x sylvia#dallas winston imagine#dally imagine#dallas winston fic#matt dillon
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you get to punch ONE person in the face for free - no consequences or anything.
WHO YOU PUNCHIN’???
Oh baby Jared Kushner is getting his clock cleaned
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THE GAME CRASHED, TODD! God-TODD, DAMMIT! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, TODD! Are you fucking kidding me, Todd..
There’s no way Todd’s-*laughs*
I can’t fucking believe it, I can not-
It’s unbelievable
We’re Charlie fuckin’ Brown, and he’s Lucy-*wheeze*-he keeps yankin that fucking fun football out from under us, you fucking animal, Todd
It’s just that, when we were at polygon that was just a fuckin job, you know, we were just Joe Sixpack punchin’ the clock- right- I didn’t care if Todd wasted my time back then, now we’re entrepreneurs, right-we got our own website now, like I can’t do this with you Todd- ‘uhhhh’-I can’t keep doing-Todd I got a fuckin’ two year old, Todd I can’t keep fuckin’ doin’ this with you, I gotta tell him daddy-‘wheeze’- I gotta tell him daddy missed his piano recital, because Todd, BROKE MY SHIT
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aesthetic & playlist / otakgyu studios
summary: gyujeong’s dished out money for a private place in hannam to serve as his “studio” space for otakgyu. alongside his stylist friends and fashion-focused contacts, everyone has a passcode where they’re welcomed to pop in, take pictures, discuss the next possibility of a drop all while talking nonsense. if gyujeong’s not promoting, or hanging at his apartment — most likely you’ll find him here.
playlist summary: the studio place is gyujeong’s escape. it’s nothing like the studio of his apartment for music or one of his music friend’s studios. instead, this is a place dedicated to fashion and goofing off — having fun with like minded people. though the people are interested in music, most of them only appreciate music / the common taste of music is what keeps this space flowing with the playlist of songs. most of the songs are upbeat, fun, easy to bob your head to for when they’re seriously designing pieces and laughing about who knows what.
warnings: none
1. lumberjack — tyler the creator
2. save your tears — the weeknd
3. wusyaname ft. youngboy never broke again & ty dolla sign — tyler the creator
4. the jackie ft. j cole & lil tjay — bas
5. punchin’ the clock — j.cole
6. masterpiece — da baby
7. dark knight dummo ft. travis scott — trippie redd
8. gelato — aminé
9. mazza — slowthai
10. the thrill — wiz khalifa
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J. Cole- The Off-Season(Album Review)
The Off-Season is the sixth album from Carolina rapper J. Cole. This is following up is album KOD, one of my favorites of 2018 and the predecessor to his forthcoming album The Fall Off. The album is something of a warm-up spurred on by J. Cole finding inspiration in reaching new heights creatively. J. Cole being amongst the most prominent rappers of the 2010s, it's good to see him still hungry and eager to reach new heights. The Off-Season displays that in different ways.
J. Cole is known to produce a good chunk of his music(KOD was nearly 100% produced by Cole). I never minded that; still, others have pointed out that J. Cole was beginning to sound a little too comfortable over his beats is in turn not pushing himself in the booth. Taking heed, The Off-Season features production from Timberland Boi-1da, T-Minus, DJ Dhai, Tae Beast, etc. The change gives this Cole album a sense of fluidity yet unpredictability his previous LPs didn't have. The album starts with the Boi-1da produced "95 South" starts things out triumphantly; it's a grandiose beat that makes for a great start to the album. Introduced by Cam'ron and featuring Lil Jon, it's random, but it fits. "Amarie," produced by Timberland, has a thumping beat that features skittering hi-hats and a flute sounds background that creates the canvas to get on with a melodic flow. "Pride is The New Devil" is a trap-flavored beat with a tinged of melancholy to it that creates the perfect space for J. Cole and Lil Baby to go in on the dark side of being overly prideful. You can sense Cole's willingness to get out of his comfort zone and rhyme over beats that are generally more exciting.
J. Cole vocally/lyrically sounds sharper here. Particularly in terms of flow and cadence. I love tracks like "Applying Pressure" and "Punchin' the Clock" for one, they're hard, and they have the pure spirit of the project in that they sound like lyrical exercise for him. You can hear the work he's putting in on his craft. "My Life" ft 21 Savage is another excellent track; they both had great verses, and 21, in particular, had a very strong verse. There's more braggadocio here and which exemplified by "100 Mil" it's good to see Cole bask in his success a bit while still looking forward. You also get tracks where Cole displays a sense of being grounded and introspection. On "Let Go My Hand," Cole shows maturity and vulnerability, speaking to raising his son to be better than him and regarding insecurities and walls built in youth to create protection.
There isn't a track amongst the 12 I don't like. It's consistent and production-wise. It's probably the best production J. Cole's had on a project in a long time(If not ever, really). If there’s anything negative about the album is that some tracks are a bit short particularly in the top half of the album there are moments I wish he’d put one more verse on a track but it’s a small gripe. It's a mixture of lyrical showcases, bangers, thoughtful/ introspective tracks. It brought a different energy, it's another great J. Cole album. So I'm looking forward to The Fall Off; I'm interested in seeing what comes from it.
Rating: 9.0/10
By: Patrick Griffin II
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Work, work all week long
Punchin' that clock from dusk till dawn.
Countin' the days till Friday night
That's when all the conditions are right.
For a good time
I need a good time.
Yea, I've been workin' all week
And I'm tired and I don't wanna sleep
I wanna have fun
It's time for a good time
I cashed my check, cleaned my truck
Put on my hat, forgot about work
Sun goin' down, head across town
Pick up my baby and turn it around
Good time,
Aahh, I need a good time
I've been workin' all week
And I'm tired and I don't wanna sleep
I wanna have fun
Time for a good time
HEY!
Pig in the ground, beer on ice
Just like ole Hank taught us about
Singin' along, Bocephus songs
Rowdy friends all night long
Good time
Lord, we're having a good time,
Yea, I've been workin' all week
And I'm tired and I don't wanna sleep
I wanna have fun
It's time for a good time
Whew
Heel toe dosey doe
Scootin' our boots, swingin' doors
B & D Kix and Dunn
Honkin' tonk heaven, Double shotgun
Good time,
Lord, we're havin' a good time
Cause I've been workin' all week
And I'm tired and I don't wanna sleep
I wanna have fun
It's time for a good time
Shot of Tequila, beer on tap
Sweet southern woman set on my lap
G with an O, O with a D
T with an I and an M and an E
And a good time
Shhheww, good time
I've been workin' all week
And I'm tired and I don't wanna sleep
I wanna have fun
It's time for a good time
Ahh, turn it up now.
A Shot of Tequila.
Beer on tap.
A good looking woman.
To set on my lap.
A G with an O, an O with a D
A T with an I an M with an E
That spells good time
A good time
Ohh, I've been workin' all week
And I'm tired and I don't wanna sleep
I wanna have fun
Time for a good time
Twelve o'clock, two o'clock three o'clock four
Five o'clock we know were that's gonna go
Closing the door, shuttin' em down
Head for that Waffle House way across town
Good time
Ohh, we're havin' a good time.
Ohh, I've been workin' all week
And I'm tired and I don't wanna sleep
I wanna have fun
It's time for a good time
Ohh, I've been workin' all week
And I'm tired and I don't wanna sleep
I wanna have fun
It's time for a good time
Ohh, I've been workin' all week
And I'm tired and I don't wanna sleep
I wanna have fun
It's time for a good time
Ohh, yea, a good time.
I need a good time.
Yea, a good time.
ew country
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track five | p u n c h i n ‘ . t h e . c l o c k
#p u n c h i n ‘ . t h e . c l o c k#cole world#j. cole#dreamville#j cole#cole#the off season#jcole#jermaine cole#punchin the clock#Spotify#tracklist
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#sundayz @kaanlifemusic, @flofilz, Blu -Simonal - You thinkin' it's breezy, shit is peachy, life is easy for this artist But it's a hard road and I'll be damned if mine's is one of the hardest Kickin' a hard flow to bulldoze bullshit with a full clip Of reality, real skills, you can't find behind no pulpit Keep pushin' while I pull this heavy load on my shoulders To the mountain top, before I jump off like my album drop Accountant countin' clockwise while his eyes on the calendar To help me grow younger while I strengthen my caliber The cheat sheet slipped under the door before the test So you could peep me, graduated with honors, cross my chest I be the next best example of an underdressed sample Gutter-chopped drums beat repeatedly through the slums Eatin' crumbs, beatin' bums to punch, punchin' the clock to do it Runnin' all them rocks from the spot was kinda stupid and we knew this Still we looped it, pushin' while the hood slept And followed the leader 'stead of someone else's footsteps #music #firstlastlovemusic #FLLM #nowplaying #kaan #flofilz #blu #so #pp • • • • #musikk #musica #hiphop #rap #rapper #producer #maryland #howardcounty #knowledgeaboveallnonsense #tumblr #songoftheday #newmusic (ved Howard County, Maryland) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-T0ncJpK4L/?igshid=1bwm4nsciq7qn
#sundayz#music#firstlastlovemusic#fllm#nowplaying#kaan#flofilz#blu#so#pp#musikk#musica#hiphop#rap#rapper#producer#maryland#howardcounty#knowledgeaboveallnonsense#tumblr#songoftheday#newmusic
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