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The Growlers

My spine just squinted and my eye is weak
I canââ?¬â?¢t find peace in a form of speech
My views change color red hot, ice cold
Black ainââ?¬â?¢t a color happiness ainââ?¬â?¢t gold
Itââ?¬â?¢s hard for me to feel normal easy to feel free
Itââ?¬â?¢s hard for you to understand if you canââ?¬â?¢t feel me
I ainââ?¬â?¢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 donââ?¬â?¢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 sheââ?¬â?¢s all that
And a bag of crypt
Iââ?¬â?¢m a municipal and the mundane
I try to keep weird keep away from the same
I havenââ?¬â?¢t read an outline on how to pass youth
Rather than get passed I pass doobs
Iââ?¬â?¢m out Iââ?¬â?¢m in itââ?¬â?¢s hard to live in this given culture
All the hers and hims
All of the rats, snakes, and youth vultures around
My heartââ?¬â?¢s out of shape and my headââ?¬â?¢s in a cast
I try to hold on to something that is fast
If something is a way of saying you donââ?¬â?¢t know
Then a name is just a way of being visible...