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Everywhere distractions like indistinct chatter All thoughts no action what I think don't really matter I admit that I'm fatter than I used to be Way back before all this Doordash tomfoolery Half a homie's hoagie in the Wawa lot meant more to me Than every single second spent practicing the sorcery We're not in Kansas anymore, you're still Dorothy Act cool, be chill, walk normally Don't make direct eye contact with authorities Forty three witnesses if you fucked up right now It could be more, you could really draw a crowd Throw a sandwich at the sky, scream really loud I stay up super late, addicted to the cobalt Learning that its mining—partially my own fault Because I keep buying more screens I think I need I'm a cobalt junkie, I'm a fiend for the feed I'm a spineless consumer, I'm a bad breed I support the greed, I'm a fiend for the feed