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The Growlers
someone jr
My spine just squinted and my eye is weakI canâ??t find peace in a form of speech
My views change color red hot, ice cold
Black ainâ??t a color happiness ainâ??t gold
Itâ??s hard for me to feel normal easy to feel free
Itâ??s hard for you to understand if you canâ??t feel me
I ainâ??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 saying you donâ??t know
Then a name is just a way of being visible
My name is someone junior
Who is my dad
Mama is a Catherine Anne Hoover and sheâ??s all that
And a bag of crypt
Iâ??m a municipal and the mundane
I try to keep weird keep away from the same
I havenâ??t read an outline on how to pass youth
Rather than get passed I pass doobs
Iâ??m out Iâ??m in itâ??s hard to live in this given culture
All the hers and hims
All of the rats, snakes, and youth vultures around
My heartâ??s out of shape and my headâ??s in a cast
I try to hold on to something that is fast
If something is a way of saying you donâ??t know
Then a name is just a way of being visible...