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fart noise

Good morning, Fort Greene

You're looking blah as ever

My daily routine

It's all such an endeavor

Work and then back

Partying in Park Slope

He gives my ass a smack

I roll my eyes and bark "No. Not gonna happen"

He got his hoodie at the Fulton Flea

Like every other d-bag next to me

I see ironic patches

And my soul detaches

'Cuz I can't feel a thing anymore

I can't feel a thing anymore

It's all been done before

And everything's a horrible bore

And living is a terrible chore

You know that it's true

There's nothing new to do in Brooklyn anymore!