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					<description><![CDATA[<p>“3 A.M./Stare at the ceilin&#8217;, murder the feelin&#8217;/Spider crawl in the corner—Brown Recluse./So appropriate” I rap, far too passionately. Honestly, there is no excuse for my obsession with Childish Gambino. It ruins everything. No, seriously. Because he’s basically made every reference under the sun, there’s a lyric for nearly everything—something that can become quite distracting in conversations. It’s always awkward when your friends are talking about their futures and families and kids they want, and you’re just sitting there like “HASHTAG MY DAY-WEAR. YOUR GIRL DRANK MY DAY CARE—I WAS BORN RICH, LIFE AIN’T FAIR (SILVER-SPOON-COON HOE!),” which you want</p>
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