Cozied up to the toilet
Face stuck to the floor
I met expectations that I was tryin to ignore
Job had such patience
I wonder, what's that like?
One hundred thousand million
But I hearThat's what you like
So I was thinkin
So these cities are sprouting
Like a spit in the eye
And this world isn't waiting
I Was A Teenage Hand Model
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