How come it takes Fridays foreva and a day to git here?
How come I'm not scared?
How come I wanna go to North Carolina and Texas?
How come I ain't got time?
How come I have flashbacks of when I was being breast-fed?
How come when these come, I'm thinkin' about(yall fill in the blanks)
How come I need more blanks for the above?
How come I'm startin' to believe I AM a mess?
How come I'm out?
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