Sun of Jean
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Uh we just supported us
This world is dissed by the course of such
Saying I ain't been the same since I caught the scars
They don't fade I ain't ashamed we're just freed from ours
'Cause it's the fooling past and all the dust settles
And when you're cool at last fast as we pluck petals
Uh we let them last pour until we rain
Another day doing more to maintain
Saying finally those tears in my other's eyes
Tears from the other side
Tears until your little boy's got his mother's pride
You don't know nothing 'bout the rain 'til you come inside
And watch it trickle past the pane as the summer dies
'Cause ain't no love inside (love inside)
My heart (my heart)
Uh except for my mother and my diehards
I stay firm little brother keeps my mind sharp
If I've lost yours come and find ours (uh)
Under pressures
We come under pressures
They make me want to drift away (away)
They make me want to drift away (away)
I wasn't running from the beast I was running from myself
Running out the streets she was worried 'bout my health
Wasn't worried it was beef wasn't worried it was girls
She was worried it was me and my mother couldn't tell
Something bigger than the world (uh)
For me and Ryan
And he can see that I been crying
Tell it little lion say there's something in my eye and
From the second he could see that I been lying
He would think I wasn't trying
Telling him "look honestly I'm dying
To be the bigger man the one that you're relying
On" I keep it strong so I tell him love can die 'cause
It's the only way to keep you from denying
So I tell him "brother listen
Listen when the sun don't glisten
And the days turn grey and the love goes missing
Hate won't fade and the front row hissing
You're the only one that keeps my heart a-wishing" (uh)
Under pressures
We come under pressures
They make me want to drift away (away)
They make me want to drift away (away)
Under pressures (son of Jean)
We come under pressures
They make me want to drift away (away) (call me the son of Jean)
They make me want to drift away (away) ('cause I'm the son of Jean)
(They make me want to drift away)
(Make me want to drift)
(Uh) but she said that it ain't me without ADHD
88 keys I was turning 18
She was saying "stay please" with a face that say "cheese"
We're just tryna make P's like a plate of baked beans
That was me and my Jean (uh)
Yeah, that was me and my Jean
That was me and my Jean
He was a scribble of a boy
Little hair and mischief
A two foot tale of trouble
The bee's knees
A cartwheeling chatterbox of tricks
Completely fearless
I had to carry a first aid kit in my band aid ball
I had my heart in my mouth wherever we went
He'd do backflips into the pool when he was tiny
And the lifeguards would get all stressed out
He was a proper Mowgli he embraced everything
Took things apart to see what made them tick
Such busy fingers
He would empty sugar packets onto the tables in restaurants
To draw pictures in
He used to draw on anything
Fantastical creatures with ferocious fangs
And now he draws with words
And I find lyrics on my tourist seats and bills
He was never still and barely slept and neither did I
I could never understand how he could watch TV upside down
While kicking a ball
His eyes shone with wonder
Music flowed through him like a current
He'd upend a stall to use as a microphone
Singing away to his grandparents
He turned the world upside down and we're richer for it
He was and is a complete joy
The world is his
That scribble of a boy