My best friend’s niece is in the seventh grade. She walked into the house one afternoon completely exasperated with this girl at her school and told me, “She’s just such a Dramabomb!” I had never met this girl, but suddenly I knew her. I knew how she dressed, how she talked, how she popped her bubblegum. Everyone knows this girl. Some of us hated her. Some of us were her. And just like the gossip she lives to spread, this track is completely infectious.