.In a traffic jam with sweaty hands/
The kids we hype up just to drop/
These few pretty faces in ugly places/
The small towns where we would never stop/
Shitty scenes and tired schemes/
All this art it makes me sick/
And I always wrote better than I spoke/
You couldn't even read .
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