Surrender
I will carry you
Wishy fishy, lock stock picky pile
barrel rider hacker blimpin clipper sieve a tile
sauter capsule taker, collect ovule ate a tip
hater tater flask defector ding divider pluck n snip
A gore a phone, alfie hitch, unplug a clock knock melted medal shock jock kitsch
Gallows sickle somber stall
Geneva talker trippy slipper, mask a kool-aid cherry ball
Rub-a-dub baldy brown
Marty Mare ten crystal crawl
Mustard tang soylent red culpepper
Brick carry movie encore drag, decorate her shaker
card a cupcake mom rear fender, no tell lover awful faker
Tall tiller Tiwa core song queen sugar
double sweet honey comb crooner elevate jasper smoothe her
Next jewel nile bill Nye guy try najdi
Ardah brown crunk Acris more indie move more town trendy
Clown clam, lace up finster
pack up buttercup, glove a spinster
Ready Freddy, beeline steady jetty jumper
make a runner engine loose
spark a plugger jamba juice
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