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Ranking Every Song in Bo Burnham's Inside

 20. Unpaid Intern - 5.5/10

Somewhat funny, but too short. Not my kind of music.

19. Problematic - 6/10

This one didn't quite fit the vibe of the rest of the special. A little too intense.

18. All Eyes on Me - 6.5/10

Repetitive, but bumpin' nonetheless. Didn't need to be 5 minutes.

17. Shit - 6.5/10

Weird groove that would work really well with different lyrics.

16. All Time Low - 7/10

Why couldn't this one be longer??? An electric version of a lot of other songs here.

15. Welcome to the Internet - 7/10

My hottest take yet. It's aggressively whimsical. However, some of the best lyrics in the special. "Apathy's a tragedy and boredom is a crime."

14. Bezos II - 7.5/10

A tad bland compared to the first. Power song.

13. Any Day Now - 7.5/10

The credits song. A jam, but not super special compared to the A and S tier music.

12. Don't Wanna Know - 8/10

Awesome song for the halfway mark. Subtly reflective.

11. 30 - 8/10

This one hit me hard, and I haven't even graduated high school. 

10. White Woman's Instagram - 8.5/10

The funniest song here. Really cool visuals too.

9. Goodbye - 8.5/10

I love how the finale song incorporated elements of many songs from before, while still being its own song.

8. How the World Works - 9/10

#justiceforsocko

7. FaceTime with my Mom (Tonight) - 9/10

Hilarious, unique, and a peek into Bo's daily routine.

6. Comedy - 9/10

So many left turns, and each one was better than the last.

5. Sexting - 9.5/10

The ferris wheel lyric is one of my favorites in the whole special. This song should win an oscar for cinematography.

4. That Funny Feeling - 9.5/10

A nice change of pace from the technological piano we got for the bulk of the special. 

3. Bezos I - 10/10

Make me want to move to Silicon Valley and tell a bunch of nerds to suck my dick.

2. Look Who's Inside Again - 10/10

Could've been the title song. Either way, it is a pensieve masterpiece packed into 83 seconds.

1. Content - 10/10

What a way to kick off the event. I lost it when he busted out the disco ball and the little techno beeps started. 

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