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We're here for the Premier League,

and the Barclays Women's Super League.

We're here for the football chance for giving more girls a chance.

We're here for the grassroots and all the muddy booths. From schools to stadiums, we're here for it all.

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I know what goes through your head when you're living with cancer.

The questions, the fears, the need to know.

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From Spotify this is Dissect, long-form musical analysis broken into short digestible episodes.

I'm your host Cole Kushna. Today we sweatpants, a song that found Gambino and the boy stuck in a narcissistic loop of bragging and stunting.

At the end of the song, the frustration with his meaningless existence came to a head as he slammed his fist on a diner table,

an outburst that tethers together the song, screenplay, and music video. I don't give a fuck about my family name.

In the screenplay, this outburst is triggered by the boy's interaction with a kid who wrote

Roscoe's wetsuit on a wall and a late night diner.

The boy asked the kid what the phrase meant, and the kid said that he didn't know, that he just saw it on the internet.

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