An Honest Shot
- Author
- Grey
- Type
- Full range 60
- Created
- 30/08/2018 10:54
- BPM
- 100
- Length
- 410
I feel like I'm obligated to write something here, but my brain feels like an egg which you think is hard-boiled, but you realise it isn't when you try to slice it and the yolk is just a puddle. :C
Did that make any sence whatsoever? Nope.
You see what I mean?
Yes, I can see why that wouldn't make any sence. It probably wouldn't make any cents either, but would it make scents? I'm not sure about that one.
You get my brain! :D