This is a song about "Can t sing"

Im from that browntown (sing)

Nah i ain't sprung or nothing

Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear,

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

Sing with me, sing for the year,

Do not attempt to interfere

The one who can´t even show a real smile

Aren't you somethin' to admire

The vacancy that sat in my heart

He can sing, not ripped apart,