"I'll be just fine,
Pretending I'm not."
I'm nervous. I can't tell you why, for I don't know myself. I've got this feeling in my stomach that something is going to happen. It's weird and lame, and I don't know what to do. It's weird. I'm weird.
I'm gunna smoke 'til I choke and you best believe that when I'm done choking, I'ma smoke some more.
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