Where could I got lost ma pants at cold weather?

How could I be so? Where could I get this? Is it askin' for Ma balls more and less for My knees? Steel hits bring this ill's feelin' strings ma brain's kinks Heatin' tea with sweets won't even lift up Me on feet. And these! Even list of to-do notes flows in me rings. I was sleeping and had dreams in hours count of the six Now i'm creepin to bad in pose of dope-wish of few ticks The more are grown news 'bout i g'otta ill's hits.
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