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I think I'm dreaming, all these people around me Yet I feel them scheming, they've got other people to please Don't worry bout no icons Why we focused through a lens? We ain't no Nikons Kodak did it better anyways Couldn't care what other people have to say Lift my opinion if I tell them I'm gay That's wild if it change by the day, It's not ok I'm passive agressive I been in this room, let me send you a message I hate quarantine, I'm mean But that'll change by the end of it They're different, end up coming different than the other ones Make another son, to save the other sun Different words for a loaded gun Pop goes the weasel, shinier than Vin Diesel You don't understand? I'll draw it out on an easel Barron wasteland You get the prophecy, You get the prophet of the Oddesy, Melancholically