Gay Clouds

When it became evident
That they were not failing
At being someone else
But succeeding
At being themselves

Bout now
Bout now
Bout now
You know what
I'm happy
Happier

My mom Jesus and God
Sitting at the table
I take out my plastic
Packet of fluoride
To mix with my bottled water
I love my western town
Music love's the western sound
I love the taste of cow
It's the taste of a generation

Now I wanna know
Bout now
I wanna know
Bout now
I wanna know
Bout now now now

We are
Yes Sir
Oh yes Sir
A yes or both
If we are climbing
Let me down



Credits
Writer(s): Jamey Blaze
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