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letra de socks - ryan mcshane

and there’s holes in my socks, like all of ‘em
so i designed some my own
with no holes in ‘em
and coloured the colour of the sky the time we first met
wrote this sittin, just listening to my blood
flow through my arms, my legs my hands my head my heart
as the source of it all, or the aim instead
and the goal, the end, the flow depends
on how i feel that certain day
and it’ll continue certainly
especially when there’s 30 degree
angle and the heat warm
painful when there’s h-lla clothes worn
and all my clothes worn
holes in my shorts my shoes my pants
holes in my socks, like all of them
so i designed some my own
with no holes in em
coloured the colour of the way that i felt
back when i was just sittin, listening to myself
fall through my knees my legs my feet
that’s the source, when the aim is defeat
the goal, the end, the flow depends
on the moon that certain day
and theres no stoppin it
especially when it’s that far away
distance, and the heat less than cool
only way is when h-lla clothes worn
and i lack that
holes in my hands, look children – i’m back

- ryan mcshane

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