I have this problem i like to share with you all, God i wish i could be an intellectual. You sit in grass with a glass of red wine in your hand, not like my friend who drink beer as fast as they can. You're so smart, you like art, you read the books i would never understand. I'm not that smart, I like to fart a teenage punk is what i am. Your life seems like such a joy to me, 'Cause you see art where i cannot be. Friends must be so easy for you to find, they don't have to be nice, just have an interesting mind. So now i stop riding my skate and be like tou a real fake. I don't have to care at all, 'Cause now i'm a intellectual.

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