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Growing up didn't go how I'd liked | It twists and turns like the limbs of a pine | Tryna grow on earth that writhes
Growing up didn't go how I'd liked It twists and turns like the limbs of a pine Tryna grow on earth that writhes And do it all with the biggest smile Half my friends barely know who I am And there's none at fault but this own singing man Don't wanna hear that I'm trailer trash It's a heavy topic for crystal glass Everything comes back around I still feel like the class clown Everything comes back around I still feel like the class clown Take your pick, be laughed at or laughed with I learned early on either way, it's a shit stick While my father was barreling fists, I was Laughing all the way through it And now the blondies are clutching their ribs From my latest joke from my old bag of tricks But there's this beautiful moment in it where I can sorta just vanish Everything comes back around I still feel like the class clown Everything comes back around I still feel like the class clown Everything is over now I still feel like the class clown Like if I get older now I'll let my younger version down And if I stop laughing, all the blood will just start pouring out 'Cause everything comes back around I still feel like the class clown Mm-mm Mm-mm-mm Been tryna talk to my sister about it We joke a million jokes through the phone Nothing funny about that home But her and I, we already know Everything comes back around I still feel like the class clown Everything comes back around I still feel like the class clown (Everything comes back around, everything comes back around) (Everything comes back around, everything comes back around, everything comes back) (Mm-mm) Everything comes back
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