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[Verse 1] Chipped paint, Carroll's gonna turn into dust An old saint, a silver surface worn into rust From long nights in a neighborhood I started to trust To you, it's just Scotch Tape and a heightened sense of cowardly pride A u-lock (some entitlement to keep by your side) A felt pen, a detour from your morning ride And what's left behind with your note It's the reason I'll be running so late A fine point to write off what I'll draw on today And draft out the storyline to acting my age To which I say: [Chorus] (Whoa oh oh oh oh) Have you ever felt your perfect teeth (Whoa oh oh oh oh) Make a connection with Chicago concrete? [Verse 2] It's messed up You always can become what you hate It's bad luck or intention for attention's sake It's so f**ed you couldn't say this straight to my face To which I say: [Chorus] (Whoa oh oh oh oh) Have you ever felt your perfect teeth (Whoa oh oh oh oh) Make a connection with Chicago concrete? [Bridge] Do gears change as often as the seasons? Is there a cycle set to breathe in? Is this the part of me I'll forget? A chained fence, the cement Where a casual promise can become a threat [Verse 3] Chipped paint, Carroll's gonna turn into dust An old saint, silver surface worn into rust From long nights in a neighborhood I started to trust To me, it's just messed up you always can become what you hate It's bad luck or intention for attention's sake It's so f**ed that I couldn't say this straight to your face To which you'll say: [Chorus] (Whoa oh oh oh oh) Have you ever felt your perfect teeth (Whoa oh oh oh oh) Make a connection with Chicago concrete? [Bridge - Outro] Do gears change as often as the seasons? Is there a cycle set to breathe in? Is this the part of me you'll forget?