All language subtitles for survivors.01

(music playing)

The price is firm unless, of course,
you make an all-cash offer.

♪ Yeah... ♪
(man vocalizing)

♪ Yeah, Lazy Fair ♪

♪ When I was growing up,
I had a lot of dreams ♪

♪ My mama told me,
"Son, you could be anything ♪

♪ Long as you spread your wings,
I know one day you'll be great ♪

♪ Just wait, soon you'll aim
up at the sky ♪

♪ And I'll watch you float away" ♪

- ♪ But now that I am older... ♪
- I want it.

Really, you don't
have to decide today.

Now, we just seen
20 apartments, man. Look!

Will you let her tell you
how much they're asking first?

I can afford it, can I not?

Yes, you can, my cousin.
Yes, you can.

♪ I don't want to worry
about nothing for a while ♪

♪ I just want to play around,
living like a child... ♪

Hell, yeah. Yes!

♪ With old tunes jamming
on my Walkman ♪

♪ And some Sour Patch Kids
and a Coke can... ♪

The lamp goes in the yard sale pile.

The cheetah goes
to the "take to Atlanta" pile.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Wait, I'm watching that.

No, no, TV goes last.

I got an important viewing
coming up.

The reason why I'm moving
to Atlanta is coming up.

Patience, virtue.
And your current instructions.

Thank you.

- We're moments away...
- Oh, here we go.

That's my boy
that's moving me to Atlanta.

Calloway, the Boston native
who entered the pros

as an undrafted free agent,
has only earned

the league minimum
since his debut in Memphis.

- That was then. Tell me about now.
- But Calloway exploded in Memphis,

landing him a massive
new deal in Atlanta.

And he deserves
every massive penny.

Pundits believe Calloway
makes Atlanta an instant contender.

That's right.
Pundits know their shit.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Cam Calloway.

(applause, cheering)

- Yes.
- Yes, thank you.

I just want to thank
Mr. And Mrs. Flaherty

for bringing me to Atlanta.

(cheering)

You know,
I stand here a lucky guy,

which is unusual for a man
with my background.

Growing up, my family
often wondered

how we would eat,
where we would sleep.

Dreams were basically
don't get shot.

And drug dealing
wasn't a road to ruin,

but a reasonable way
out of this gang-infested place

where no kid
should have to come of age.

I wrote that.

- No wonder it sounds written.
- Fuck you.

No, but there's four people
who forced me to believe

that I and they were worthy
of a big-time dream.

Like, a good thing.

Those four people
that believed in me are my family.

(cheering)

So, Ma, I know
you watching from home.

I just got one thing to say.

Thank you for not aborting me.

(light laughter)

That would have sucked.

- Not just for me, for y'all.
- (laughing)

I love you, Ma.

(applause)

Mary Charles,
my sister, my idol.

Thank you
for mercilessly hacking me

in our every game
of one-on-one.

I'm the shooter I am now
because driving on you

paralyzed the young me.

Still does.

Uncle Julius.

Thank you for teaching me
the values of uncommon sense.

You know, I'm the one
that stopped that abortion, too,

- that your mama was gonna have.
- (laughing)

Reggie Vaughn.

My cousin.

Dude, you took that word cousin
and just blew it up

to include all these
other amazing human words

like advocate,

cornerman,

confidant,

loyalist.

Yo, you my best friend, man.

All I got is because of you.

(cameras clicking)

He's gonna blubber
like a little bitch. Watch.

So thank you, Atlanta.

Yo, we here now, baby.
We home.

(cheering)

Ripped By mstoll

- Well said, Cam.
- Thank you, Mrs. Flaherty.

My plane's waiting to take you to LA.
Try not to cry on it, okay?

(laughing)

Calloway's initiation
to the ranks of the elite

continues with a trip
on Jimmy Flaherty's jet

to Los Angeles
for the ESPYs tonight.

Then back to what will be his new home
for some time... Atlanta.

- (pounding on door)
- Busy. Fuck off.

Yo, Marcus, it's Dirty.

How about you open the door,
I'll fuck you up and then I'll fuck off?

No, I'm good.
Thanks.

(gunshot)

- Come here.
- That was supposed

to blow the lock off,
but it's a resilient motherfucker.

So, um, open the door.

That gunshot got me concerned.

Yo, if I wanted to shoot you,
I'd go shoot your super, steal his keys.

Open your door, then shoot you.

It's too much effort.

Dealer Joe wants us
to talk face-to-face.

Just be cool.

All right?

This ain't cool!

We literally just talked about...

(grunts)

(groans)

Look, you owe us
2,000 American dollars.

Find them, steal them,

or borrow them
from somebody not named Joe.

Do one of the three quick,
or you're gonna be

making it up to us
in ways you don't wanna.

Of course, I'll feel like leaning in

and saying something all boss
like, "Understand?"

But I know you do.

So I won't.

(music playing)

(door closes)

Hey, Ma, just checking in
to see how the packing is going.

Got my ESPY.

I land in Atlanta around 4:00.

Can't wait to have you with me.

Did you just call your mother?

Uh, yeah.
She's having her first yard sale.

Does the way I fuck
remind you of your mom?

Because that would
really bum me out.

No.
No, no, no.

You're doing fine.

So, you're a multimillionaire
and your mom still has yard sales?

She never had a yard till this year.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

(phone rings)

Ah.
Hey, baby.

Hurry back home.

I am not made for cleaning pools

and I may not be made
for life in Atlanta at all.

You got the palace of your dreams.

My dreams never involved Atlanta.

A city our ancestors came to
in chains and lived like mules.

And plus,
it's hot as shit, Reggie.

I can't wait to get home
and go down on you.

I'll still be in Atlanta.

How can I get you to love Atlanta?

Burn it down like Sherman did.

Wait, what did
Richard Sherman do now?

General William Tecumseh Sherman.

Civil War general.
One of the good guys.

Oh, the Civil War.
Baby, look, I've moved on.

You should have made Cam
sign in New York or LA,

somewhere the Underground Railroad
actually went to instead of away from.

- I love you.
- Get home. (groans)

Hello, everybody.
My name is Cassie Calloway.

I know y'all remember me
from this hood.

Hey. Hey, how you doing?

My son Cam Calloway

would like for me to give you
these things on the truck.

I was gonna have a yard sale,
but you know what?

It's better to give than receive, right?

All right. So I want y'all
to enjoy this stuff.

- Help me down here. Thank you.
- Watch your step.

We ain't gonna be
but 15 minutes, okay?

Hey, y'all got anything good?

Ghetto "Storage Wars"
ain't my thing, mijo.

You need to watch
what you calling ghetto.

And who you calling mijo?
I ain't no little boy, homie.

Got a mini trampoline for you.

Say thank you, mija.

Cassie:
What is going on?

Jesus, you try to do
something nice.

It's ridiculous.

Man:
Forget y'all!

Hey, did you wire
that money to Aunt Mim?

She needs another surgery.

She needs to quit relying on lap bands
and buy some mouth bands.

(laughs)

Hey, I decided, though, man.
I'm going "Ashton" Martin.

I will look so good driving this
when you're playing road games.

Especially when I throw
them new rims on it.

Oh, no.
You're Cam Calloway.

You don't need to prove
how rich you are

by making expensive shit
seem more expensive.

Look, you don't put
aftermarket stones in a Rolex

and you don't rim up an Aston.

Rims are not a part of the plan.

I'm amending the plan
to include rims for my Ashton.

It's Aston.
It's not Ashton.

Why you got to be like that?

This is my job, all right?
This is my role.

You don't like me
in this role, I got a wife.

A wife that's ready
to start a family.

And right now, I could
actually be on my wife,

but instead,
I'm on a private jet with you.

And do you know why?

Because we followed the plan.

But why do I got to hide from wanting
an Aston since I was a kid?

Motherfucker, you didn't even know
what a Big Wheel was.

Rims are like Big Wheels.
They're toys for children, not men.

What is the point of forgetting
all that you wanted

when you first wanted it
now that you can finally afford it?

We're just recalibrating.
We're not forgetting, okay?

We're progressing.
We're evolving.

We're still gonna save money, man.

The investments, the stuff, man.
You set up this whole plan.

At least you said you set up the plan.
I just trusted you set this shit up.

Gargle my ball bag, asshole.

Wow!
Yeah, very evolving.

Get your rims. And get your
big iced-out Jesus piece.

- Johnny Dang is waiting.
- You know, I will.

- Spend your money, Hammer.
- Hey, I'm on it.

- You ain't got to tell me.
- Do it, boy. I'm gonna be on my wife.

- You go ahead and be on your wife.
- Absolutely.

You know what? When "30 For 30" calls,
I will gladly grant them an interview.

They're not gonna call you.
Get the fuck off my plane, then.

It's not your fucking plane.
It's Jimmy Flaherty's plane.

Yo! Yo!
Shut the fuck up!

Julius:
Calm down!

You ain't the Fresh Prince
and you ain't Carlton.

(laughing)

- Yes, he is.
- Damn.

Snacks?

Oh, I didn't know Jimmy Flaherty
liked Flamin' Hot Cheetos.

Well, actually, he doesn't,
but he knows that you do.

Oh, okay. This ain't no $15 bag
of Flamin' Hot Cheetos?

- No, sir.
- These are free?

Yes, sir. These are courtesy
of Mr. Flaherty.

I don't want nephew to get billed
for no rip-off price later.

- Not at all, sir.
- Okay, well, then...

two of 'em.

Can I get you anything?

How about a peek at your panties?

We'll be landing shortly.

Look, don't be trolling up here.

She work for Jimmy Flaherty.

We got an appearance to keep up.

Why don't you do your thing
and let me do my thing?

Yeah, doing my thing
is flying private now.

Don't mess that up.

(phone ringing)

This is Reggie.

This is Marcus Pierce
from the neighborhood.

- Long time.
- Not that long, fucky.

How can I help you, fucky?

Hey, smug fucky, don't get abrupt.

Remember where you came from.

Don't tell me what to forget
or remember.

Look, I got no access
to Celtics tickets.

I don't want Celtics tickets.
They unwatchable.

I got some shit
that your cousin might like.

His old days stuff.
Souvenirs.

Cool.
I'll text you an address.

It'll be about 3K to ship.

How about I ship you my foot
to put up your ass?

It's personal stuff.
I got jerseys, memorabilia.

Cam's mom gave away a bunch of stuff
that she shouldn't have.

Now it's mine.
And for 3K it could be yours.

Believe me,
Cam wants what I got.

HPV? No, thanks.

If you're gonna shake me down,

you got to shake a little harder
than that, fucky.

And a truck will be delivered tomorrow.

And a truck will be delivered tomorrow.

Yes.
Well, you did right by me.

All right, Coach.

Yeah, text me a photo.

Okay.
All love to Mrs. Healey.

All right.
Peace.

I just bought
Coach Healey a truck.

You get a good price?

I don't care.
Look, I called the dealer.

I said give me the best truck y'all got
for a 50-year-old man

and I put it on my credit card.

Mmm. That's top-notch
negotiating, cousin.

No more dad talk.
No more dad talk.

Hey, I'm being a friend.
I'm being a cousin, a manager.

Look, you got
big new money now, Cam.

It's smart, it's fair
to lock down new rules

so the money lasts, man.

You know, make a budget.

Monitor what we give away
and what we invest.

- Trying to spend some.
- You're spending plenty.

You got apartments.
You got "Ashtons."

You got new trucks
for high school coaches.

You got fat fuck surgeries
for a fat fuck aunt.

She's fat.

Maybe she is just meant to be fat.

Don't judge, just accept.

I'm rimming up the Ashton.

- I know you are.
- All right.

But I'm telling you,
there are so many people

ready to suckle at your teat.

So many fuckies just crawling out
from everywhere.

People you know,
people you forgot you knew,

all ready to spend your money.

And we got to be careful.
We got to be smart.

We help until we can't.

We're lucky.

- No, we made our own luck.
- Not always.

It's like we fell from the Titanic
and landed in a lifeboat and survived.

And yet, I mean, I feel...

shit, man, what's the word?

- Happy?
- Hell, no. The opposite.

Man, I feel guilty that I'm surviving

and there's people that I can still help
that are back home drowning.

It is not your fault
that the world is the way it is

or that where we left ain't paradise.

Schindler had his list, man.

It was people he knew.
It was people that he didn't know.

"Schindler's List"?
"Schindler's"...

what, did you spend the day watching
a bunch of depressing movies?

Shit, let's watch "Amistad" next.

"Sounder."
"Roots."

We can watch
the whole box collection, man.

Let's multiply the laughs.

I identify with Schindler,
all right?

- Helping people.
- Man, fuck "Schindler's List."

Fuck "Schindler's List"?

Fuck your version
of "Schindler's List"

because it does not apply.

Schindler was trying
to save people from Hitler.

Some tweak in Dorchester does not
deserve a spot on your generosity list

just because he grew up
two doors down.

I'm not so sure about that, Reg.

And the Titanic?
Really?

The Titanic was a boat
for rich white people.

Fuck 'em. Fuck 'em.

They could all freeze
the fuck to death and drown.

I could give a shit.

Now, if they had any good sense
to invite a black man

down to those docks in England,
that black man would have told them

what getting on a boat
to America means.

Nothing good.

Giving a shit makes us unique.

But you give too much.

And then you just become
a cautionary tale,

one that will not be told about you
as long as I'm in your life.

We will not be
the same sad story, dude.

You're the Titanic, baby.

Yes, you are the Titanic.

A massive talent

with a bunch of self-serving icebergs
just lying in wait,

ready to crash into you
and sink you.

Man, fuck.

We talking about the Titanic
and "Schindler's List"?

We need some more comedies.

I don't know,
fucking "SpongeBob."

Fucking "Martin" reruns.
Just...

(sighs)
Yo, we good, man?

- Huh?
- Yeah.

Little man.
Look.

Posted Cam's stuff up online.

We gonna sell it, pay our debts.

Got a lot of cool movies in here.

Calloways bootlegged everything.

Got "Lion King," "Home Alone,"
"Pulp Fiction."

All right,
let's do a "Lion King," okay?

All right, we gonna watch
"The Lion King."

Watch the movie with Daddy?

Yo, we gonna get expelled
for taking this camera.

This thing is ancient, bro.

Young Cam:
Yo, I don't give a fuck.

I am Cam Calloway.
I'm gonna take over the world.

And the first thing I'm gonna do

is teach these motherfucking Chinese
how to cook Chinese food.

This stuff is shat.

I mean, shit.
Fuck them Chinks.

Young Reggie:
Yo, that sounds like a rap.

Give me a beat.
Give me a beat. I got this.

(young Reggie beat boxing)

- (laughing)
- No, no, no.

Reggie's been all over me,

but I still think I should set up
a charitable foundation.

Chuck, you could run that for me.

- Sure, I'll run that shit.
- In the ground.

- Probably.
- (laughing)

Bottom line, got to give back.

Fuck this give-back shit.

You want to give, then give.
That's fine.

But what you got you earned.

You ain't got to give that back.

- Uncle J is feeling that weed.
- (laughing)

This is common sense buried deep.

Yeah, the weed just dug it up.

(laughing)

"Cam Calloway's treasure trove"?

Julius: Best Vegas buffet...
Treasure Island.

Best Vegas pussy...
Circus Circus.

Yeah, another piece
of information I cannot use.

It's just somebody claiming to have
some of your old jerseys and trophies.

- He's selling them online.
- What?

This is my shit.
Yo, how'd he get my shit?

Uncle Julius,
you selling my shit?

No.

I'm on it.

Jack Edwards:
So let this be a lesson to everyone.

Everything you say,
everything you write,

everything is in play
when you "become famous."

Atlanta owner Jimmy Flaherty,
he can't be happy.

Yeah, this is earth-shattering
that a 14-year-old

has an active imagination?

Ryan:
Tell it to little Kiomi Holloran

about what he wanted to do
down at the Half Shell.

Edwards: So everything you did
at 14 was saintly?

Ryan:
I was a good Catholic boy.

- Be nice.
- (laughs)

Yo, call Ma.
She thinks you're mad.

I am mad.
I want my shit back.

You were the one who told her to give it
away instead of having a yard sale.

Her being in that neighborhood
is your fault, you know.

Hey, real quick.

I wondered if I could get
some cash

to take Flaherty's flight attendant
out to dinner.

I thought she was straight.

No girl sends you
that many smiley faces

unless she wants you
sitting on hers.

Reg thinks we need a budget,

like, to monitor
the in and out, you know?

Reg should monitor
his own business.

His business is protecting
and transitioning us

towards new ground rules
of accountability.

Shut up and give me some money.

We just want to make sure
you and Uncle Julius and Mom

are on a set salary.

Like, I want to be a brother
to you, not an enabler.

Do you know what I'm saying?

I know there are sounds
coming out of your mouth

and I know the look on your face
when you're saying it,

but I don't know when you decided
I was being enabled.

No, I'm just saying, like, we need
to actually find a specific job.

I thought I was gonna be in charge
of your bullshit made-up charity.

You asked me to move here

after you asked me
to move to Memphis.

And now that I've moved
to Shitlanta for you,

you want to keep a tally
of what the fuck I'm doing?

No, it's not a problem.
I get it.

But from now on, I'm gonna
bill you for prior services.

Like what?

Like teaching you how to walk.

How to talk, eat.

Shit somewhere
other than your pants.

Teaching you how to read
and tell time.

- You know, like a good sister does.
- Calm down.

No, I'm gonna back-bill you
for every ass I kicked

defending your little pussy ass
every day you went to school.

You don't even hear what I'm saying.

You are not remembering
all there is to remember.

Like that night I saved you
from Mr. Chambers

going all Sandusky on you.

I'm talking about a budget.

I walked in in the nick of time
and I tackled that fuck good.

Then a cop gave us a coupon
to go to Baskin-Robbins

and you ordered...
you ordered Berry Blast.

And I got vanilla with sprinkles.

You know what?

Cut a check.

We'll be square.

Fuck.

Staying trim.

I quit eating cereal.

How much is this gonna take?

What do you think?
Getting a lot of bids online.

I was talking to Joe.

- Yeah, I can still hear you over here.
- (phone ringing)

I can't talk right now, Missy.

Three club chairs arrived.
Why?

It's for my man cave.

Caves are where bears sleep,
bats shit, and men rape women.

Not if they got nice club chairs.

I'm returning the chairs.
Enjoy Boston.

Missy. Missy.

Yo, man cave,
off the phone, man.

Where's the box of Cam's shit?
I want it all.

Five grand, that's my final offer.

- You don't start with final offer.
- I just did.

Yo, you ain't getting that tape
for less than 50.

What tape?

Joe: Fucky don't know
about the tape?

I wanted to see
his reaction up close.

Think he the shit 'cause
his cousin Cam is a baller now.

Think he the baller.
Think he king rat.

Play the shit.

(video game explosions)

(phone ringing)

Yo.

So you remember
the video camera that we stole

when we were
in junior high school?

(music playing)

♪ Fuck them Chinks,
fuck them Chinks ♪

♪ Fuck them Chinks, yeah,
their fucking food stinks ♪

♪ Fuck them Chinks,
fuck them Chinks ♪

♪ Yo, I'ma say it again,
yo, their fucking food stinks. ♪

That song was your idea.

Hey, I was high.
And it don't matter.

Hoop stars can't call people Chinks.

- It's racist.
- We were kids.

Kids ain't allowed
to be racist anymore either, Cam.

World's fucked,
but that's the way it is.

Dude, my owner's wife is a Chink.

No, she's not.
She's Chinese, okay?

Look, there's no more Chinks.
There's no more saying the word Chinks.

No more singing the word Chinks.

It's just you getting on a plane
with a bag of fucking cash

from the safe to pay
these fuckies off.

Hey, man, let's just let the tape out.

We'll tell people we was just playing.

A billion Chinese
won't see it that way, Cam.

This tape gets out, you know what
you're gonna be to a billion Chinese?

A young, black Donald Sterling.

Fuck!

If you don't want to be known
as a young, black,

Chinese-hating Donald Sterling,
get your ass to Boston.

I got a car picking you up, okay?

Flaherty is letting us use his jet.
I lied.

I told him Aunt Mim was sick.

- Aunt Mim is sick?
- No. I mean, yes.

I mean, she's 400 pounds.
She's in a constant state of sickness.

Get to the airport.

♪ Cool just like I run this city ♪

♪ This all fried chicken
is so damn shitty. ♪

Still going by Dealer Joe, huh?
It's not very low profile.

I don't like the way you called
this place gang-infested.

I come here out of respect.

No, you here 'cause you're scared

we're gonna show the world
the real you.

Not the fake you.
Not the TV you.

No, I'm here because my mom
has a generous side,

so fuck you for taking advantage.

Who took advantage of who?

Oh, here we go.

Yeah, here we go
down memory lane.

Y'all brought me to that card game
and I trusted you.

But I was there as the mark,
not the friend.

I pulled out the cash
that I been saving for years

for Robert Parish's basketball camp
and y'all rolled me good.

Gambling is gambling.

And friends ain't friends.

Not when your friend pulled
a ton of cash out his pocket

and he ain't never heard
of a stacked deck.

Marcus, if it makes you
feel any better,

we were rolling you
because Tammy Laplante said

she would strip for us
if we paid her.

We paid her.

And then her brother
beat the shit out of us.

Yo, before she even
got her shirt off.

Man, he rolled us
for what we was rolling you for.

Yeah? I feel
so much better now.

Yo, Tammy Laplante was fine.

Still fine.
And all classy now.

You know she work at T.J. Maxx
up in Quincy, right?

Yo, they got some good shit
over there.

Marcus, I was an idiot
much of my life.

I mean, you got evidence
of that and more.

I'm sorry.
You deserved better.

Hey, man, fuck Robert Parish.

He should have let all of us
go to his camp for free.

I mean, I could shoot threes
like Ray Allen.

- I could have went to Gonzaga.
- Fuck Gonzaga.

- I need my money.
- All right.

That's the 2K
Marcus owes you plus 10.

That's five for you, Dirty.

Marcus... whoa, hey, hey.

I put your shit on the Internet
'cause I had a debt.

That debt is paid.

I don't need
no more money from you.

- Dirty, you give him a gun?
- No.

I didn't make a copy
of your stupid-ass video

'cause that ain't me.

I ain't trying to ruin a man.

Look, man,
just take the money, fool.

You call me fool again
and I'm gonna shoot you.

I'm not gonna kill you,
but I'm gonna maim you.

I'm gonna shoot you somewhere
you gonna remember me.

Marcus, we do remember you.

Man, we messed up back then.

Shit, man, we're sorry.

Truly.

If I send y'all some tickets,
would you come down to Atlanta?

Floor seats?

Now would be a good time
for y'all to go.

I'll text you some dates that work.

(music playing)

It wasn't cool
what we did to Marcus.

We just made up for it.

This place didn't teach us
a lot of good things very well, did it?

It taught us to stand still
when a gun gets drawn.

Wish it would have taught us
to put some diapers on

when it looked like a gun
was gonna get drawn.

I almost fucking shit
all over myself.

I would have shit myself, too,

but the shit was too scared
to come out.

(both laugh)

And thanks for inviting
all those fools to Atlanta.

They're staying at your place.
I'm serious.

I need a drink.

It's 2:00 A.M.
Missed last call.

You'd think a city
as constantly drunk as Boston

would serve drinks after 2:00.

Oh, shit, you know where they serve
after-hours alcohol in Boston?

- Nowhere.
- Not true.

They pour beer after hours
in one part of town.

You just got to order tea.
You got to ask for it cold.

Cold tea.
I forgot about that.

Cold tea equals cold beer
in Chinatown.

- Let's go to Chinatown, cousin.
- I love them Chinks.

No! No more Chinks.

- I'm just playing.
- No more playing.

No more joking
about any ethnic group.

Okay.

♪ I don't want to worry
about nothing for a while ♪

♪ I just want to play around
like a child ♪

♪ With old tunes jamming
on my Walkman ♪

♪ Sour Patch Kids
and a Coke can, yeah ♪

♪ I don't want to worry
about nothing for a while ♪

♪ I just want to play around,
living like a child ♪

♪ With old tunes jamming
on my Walkman ♪

♪ With some Sour Patch Kids
and a Coke can ♪

♪ I don't want to think
about anything at all ♪

♪ I just want to run around,
doing what I want ♪

♪ With a pretty-ass girl
and a slow jam ♪

♪ And some Sour Patch Kids
and a Coke can ♪

♪ When I was growing up,
I had a lot of dreams ♪

♪ My mama told me,
"Son, you could be anything ♪

♪ Long as you spread your wings,
I know one day you'll be great ♪

♪ Just wait, soon you'll aim
up at the sky ♪

♪ And I'll watch you
float away" ♪

♪ But now that I am older,
I'll admit that I am over ♪

♪ All the stress and shit that comes
from holding life up on your shoulders ♪

♪ It's a chore,
I'm sick of being bored ♪

♪ I'm sick of always stressing
over shit I could ignore ♪

♪ I guess it's just
my own immaturity ♪

♪ Burning through me
internally ♪

♪ Take imagination
and making it a reality ♪

♪ So pause, yo, fuck it,
I'll be right back ♪

♪ Pay a visit to the past ♪

♪ Tell them all to kiss my ass
for a second. ♪

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