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silvaski - adolescence كلمات الأغنية

(the world is yours beat)

from infantry in my mother’s belly
until early boyhood, eating carcinogenic fast food & peanut b-tter and jelly
it was all a blur, scattered thoughts
if one graphed the correlation of sugar intake with joy, there would be an inclining line of best fit on a graph of scatter plots
anxious for the first day of school as we rode over the bridge, pretending that i was sick with the illest
flu, i remember first day of clover ridge, with mrs phillips
first one there in the morning, a quaint empty room
in would come many, soon
remember me first understanding addition
blurting out “oh i get it!” while sitting in cl-ss, lacking permission
to speak, but see, i was socially inept
didn’t understand etiquette, so whatever came to my mind, i would vocally express
no filter, when it came to school supplies, i’d pilfer
i remember that the entire cl-ss would collectively share each other’s rulers
motherf-ckers vandalizing, carving and drawing on my shit
learnt limericks like boys go to college to get more knowledge and girls go to jupiter to get more stupider
appalling, isn’t it?
kids can be so cruel, valentines day was the only day she let us bring candy to school
celebrating my birthday, a shy kid
mother brought some sugar cookies for the cl-ss, why, b-tch?
making a scene when i clearly didn’t want to
everyone singing happy birthday to me, trying not to respond to
being told that shit is just what mom’s do
her trying to shove childhood memories down my throat, to me, is not an excuse, but whatever

ay yo, this verse will deal with mid elementary through mid middle school
past ms jantzi to mrs martindale, i was such a f-cker, a little fool
in retrospect, this woman was patient with me
maybe this is unfair to say, but she probably clandestinely hated me
overall, she was a nice person
but there was this one goody-two shoes b-tch that i despised, his name was bryce burton
what that entailed was a tattle tale
a teacher’s pet
he was always that kid who would put up two fingers, indicating to the cl-ss that they needed to be quiet when an announcement came over the speaker set
he always ran the fasted in pe to impress the pe teacher, a middle aged man whose hair started to recede
there was this other kid named jonathan fargreive who i exasperated incessantly
he was nice to me, but in retrospect, i aggravated him endlessly
then i met noah, same last name
first friend i met who i played with outside of school, we used to act strange
i don’t even want to delve into the shit we talked about, it is too indecorous
maybe in a future song that will be separate
i will say this about you though, you had some growth on you while the rest of us were slowly growin
this motherf-cker at forearm and facial hair in 3rd grade, no jokin
as far as my home life, no friends, so i was alone at nights
binge watching danny phantom, avatar the last airbender, fairly odd parents
that was my shit, i was told that “gary, you come off as arrogant
when speaking to fellow peers”
is there tension? nah, everything is mellow in here”
i’d experience recurring frightening dreams
the first cars movie released, inspired by an anthropomorphized animated car on a screen; lightning mcqueen
oh yeah, there was also multiplication and cursive
and to that, i ask the school system, what in the f-ck was the purpose
making me memorize and practice the alphabet every morning in cl-ss as a warm up?
only to ever use the letters in my name as a signature, man, i’ll just end that rant there, i ain’t trying to brew a storm up

i know that i said that i would be covering 3rd through 7th grade in the previous verse
but i got carried away because i couldn’t inclusively abridge that many events, but f-ck it, we’re skipping to high school, we don’t need to deal with that first
first off, i’ll describe myself as aloof; cool and distant
when it came to academics, i wasn’t too persistent
still a loner, with an unrivaled sex drive entailing a k!ller b-n-r
always wanting more sex
could have went to promenade, but gone are those days
maybe i could have had a social life if i went to some sporting events
sitting there bored out of my mind for two plus hours, often in inclement weather
didn’t sound appealing, my teachers telling me that i need to get it together
during lunch, i’d generally sit in one of my teacher’s cl-ss rooms
special thanks mrs lorain, mrs johnson, and mrs jones for letting me chill in there for lunches at noon
do homework, draw, read the dictionary, or write shitty raps, all of which i threw away
cause they were utter shit, if i knew then what i knew today, i would have abstained from har-ssing other kids
cause when i wasn’t isolated in a teacher’s cl-ssroom, we’d congregate in the bathrooms
eat our lunches in there and annoy people who came in to take a piss or defecate
flooding the floor, clogging the toilet with garbage, or when someone used a stall, we’d throw shit over then escape
none of us were prudent
taking the school-provided rubbery formaldehyde soaked carrots and chucking them at other students
or taking them to the 1/20 -ssemblies that i would go to and throwing them at peers on the bleachers
it’s remarkable that not even once were we caught by teachers
i don’t think we once went to talk to girls
or behave normally, we were lost in our world
and that is how i still am
the progression and child hood of gary will-i-ams

- silvaski

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