A prime emo cut, that with it's whackiness, and hidden arsenal of unearthly qualities wrecks everyone to shame. Such things happen when you pair up this album with anything within the frame tight enough to result friction, and induce confrontation but Cobra Kai ain't here for no this, a fact that creates annother front of friction coughing ginormeous pain in the organism, which explains pretty well why they happen to see burning pictures, coz they do yo and you do too because you do it dutyfree. So feel free to welcome this tribe of visceral fauna, that has been hiding in the deep and remote spaces of yourself, they are magnum fun and joy. The tribe lays on yo memories, melts them with its body temperature untill it's white, and when you listen to this you pass over it, at the height corresponding to the level where your favourite heat dwells and everything feels like naked winter, except this. All this proves Joe Esposito means what he says 'cept that he is debile senile, and confounds people's names. One Step yo!
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