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garrett johnson - little writer boy lyrics

[intro]
“ok cl-ss quiet down” teacher
“let’s talk about our hobbies to begin cl-ss” teacher
“alex why don’t you go first” teacher
“uhh i like getting pussy” alex
“*heavy exhale* ok then alex, what about you garrett” teacher
“i like writing and music” garrett
“why don’t you tell the cl-ss about that” teacher
“ok” garrett

[verse 1]
my whole life i was intrigued by the pen
the way words manifested vivid pictures in my head
never ceased to amaze whether wrote in ink or lead
i was always stuck on literature like a set of treads
as for music, we never formerly broke bread
never had lessons, it was a topic in my house unsaid
when i was just a toddler got a guitar and keyboard from mom and dad
but they never taught me keys, so i played what felt right in my hands
remember singing little concerts in the basement and they’d pretend
that it didn’t sound gritty like verbal sand
but it must have been as garbage as a pit of spam
still it was fun to imagine performing to the land
time went by and music infatuated this young man
parents stingy cheap, so i’m a self taught one man band
it would’ve been so much easier to cough up a few grand
for an education, but my parental; units didn’t follow that plan

[chorus]
the thing about words is they don’t care
about what you do, how you look, or what you wear
they’ll stay with you until you disappear
tell you whatever you wanna’ hear
tell you whatever you wanna’ fear
lets you express anything from torment to cheer
doesn’t discriminate from straight to queer
words are omnipotent, they’ll never leer

[verse 2]
they called me g-flow back in 9th grade
because i had long hair, a mullet, no bangs
when i was 14 squirrel jesus i sand
and it took me down a path of making music that was cancerous to the brain
called myself 27 tears as a joke about punk rock names
released two alb-ms off random detuned guitar and vocal strain
a couple free to use beats because it’s a joke anyway
bit i’m dumping that section of my life off my lunch tray
it’s time for me to start a new day
debut my real self and not an act off the page
that work remains public but i’m going astray
i’m stepping up the track with the intention to be great
someone better inform god his scribe escaped
before he hears the lines and enslaves me back in that crate
that i was bound in, which is why i’m a tad bit late
to the industry i’m gonna’ rule, but in which hardly relate

[verse 3]
it should be a surprise if i don’t have a composition notebook on my person
a pen in my pocket, feet tapping to a beat in my mind, because i’m always working
lips moving around like i’m talking to myself
probably because i am, and probably need mental help
but don’t bother me i’m writing a rhyme that’ll end up on a shelf
to gather dust like beaches gather up stray kelp
there’s not many ways to express how i feel slash felt
but words embrace me like a warm quilt
i’m trying to make the most out of the cards i’ve been dealt
and it seems at every corner i’m beat and form welts
reminds me of the days when my took of his belt
and there words go making me reveal my hidden self
i’ve spent quite a bit of time lately soul searching
using an arrangement of characters to describe my feelings lurking
deep in my core but they abandon, they’re deserting
leaving me empty and like a bird chirping

[verse 4]
now i’m out here independently
trying to do music without a big company
reaching straight out to platforms thinking hopefully
they’ll give a n-body a chance, and not censor me
i just want to be heard, it’s not about the cheese
b-tches, fame, respect, or publicity
i couldn’t care less if your opinion is i suck lyrically
i know i’m better than 99% of the other wannabes

[outro]
“well that was pretty cool garrett” teacher
“sounds like you’re a nerd” alex
“shut up you walrus looking f-ck” garrett
“boys!” teacher
“sorry gazpacho” garrett and alex

- garrett johnson lyrics

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