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Someone Something Jr. - text

Aah-aah aah-aah aah-aah aah aah

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 crypt

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 crypt

Aah-uh aah-uh aah-uh aah-uh
Nanananananana nanananananana
Aah-uh aah-uh aah-uh aah-uh
Nanananananana nanananananana

My name is Something Someone Jr. who is my dad
Momma is Catherine Anne Hoover and she’s all that
And a bag of crypt

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