Sipping cement, a little off path
From what he said or she said
I'm spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning
Till I'm ratchet and I'm clashing
In whatever way I want
But don't get used to what you know
What you know, what you know
Even though it's written in red
And turning to scars
Fuck the seasons, we're shedding
And spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning
Till we're ratchet and we're classic
In just every way we want
But don't get used to what you know
What you know, what you know
Now we're knowing
Girls can grow a pair like boys
Who's growing hair like girls
Flipping our vertical worlds
Flipping our vertical worlds
Who's growing hair like boys
Who grow a pair like girls?
Flipping our vertical worlds
Flipping our vertical
Skating over names
On this burning concrete floor
Smell the modern hell around us
And the folklore's rotten core
Where's the fine print? Show me fine print
Show me the books misunderstood
Now there's a new storyline
Storyline, storyline, now we're seeing
Girls can grow a pair like boys
Who's growing hair like girls
Flipping our vertical worlds
Flipping our vertical worlds
Who's growing hair like boys
Who grow a pair like girls?
Flipping our vertical worlds
Flipping our vertical worlds
Time, time, time
Worlds, time, worlds, time
Worlds (Worlds), time (Worlds)
Worlds (Worlds), time (Worlds)
Worlds (Worlds), time (Worlds)
Worlds (Worlds), time (Worlds)
Girls can grow a pair like boys
Who's growing hair like girls
Flipping our vertical worlds
Flipping our vertical worlds
Who's growing hair like boys
Who grow a pair like girls?
Flipping our vertical worlds
Flipping our vertical worlds
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