My spine just squinted and my eye is weak I can’t find peace in a form of speach My views change colors red hot ice cold Black ain’t a color happiness ain’t gold
Well it’s hard for me to feel normal easy to feel free Yeah it’s hard for you to understand if you can’t feel me understand
I ain’t in a western in a way I can grasp I try to hold on to something that is fast
If something is a way of something you don’t know Than a name is just a way to make it visible
My name is Something Someone Jr. who is my dad Momma is Catherine Anne Hoover and she’s all that My name is Something Someone Jr. who is my dad Momma is Catherine Anne Hoover and she’s all that And a bag of sticky icky
Chill
Well it’s hard for me to feel normal easy to feel free Yeah it’s hard for you to understand if you can’t feel me understand
I’m a municipal and the mundane Try to keep weird keep away from the sane I haven’t read an outline on how to pass youth Rather than get passed I pass doobs
I’m out I’m in, it’s hard to live in this given culture All the hers and hims, all the ratsnakes and you vultures My hands out of shape and my head is cast I try to hold on to something that is fast If something is a way of something you don’t know Than a name is just a way to make it visible
My name is Something Someone Jr. who is my dad Momma is Catherine Anne Hoover and she’s all that My name is Something Someone Jr. who is my dad Momma is Catherine Anne Hoover and she’s all that And a bag of sticky icky
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