wake up in the morning feeling fucking burnt out, shit i got to go to school, don't think i can make, don't think i can take it. what the fuck am i going to do besides doing hot-knives in home-ec and dropping acid in phys-ed? wait! nil that narc is staring at me, time to my stash out back, where we'll playing games with real guns, selling dope to grade ones. c'mon ga kid give it a try, degrassi jr. high.
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