Class Clown (Explicit) - Conan Gray

Lyrics by：Conan Gray

Composed by：Conan Gray

Produced by：Ethan Gruska

Growing up didn't go how I'd liked

It twists and turns like the limbs of a pine

Trying to grow on earth that writhes

And do it all with the biggest smile

Half my friends barely know who I am

And there's none at fault but this own singing man

Don't wanna hear that I'm trailer trash

It's a heavy topic for crystal glass

Everything comes back around

I still feel like the class clown

Everything comes back around

I still feel like the class clown

Take your pick be laughed at or laughed with

I learned early on either way it's a **** stick

While my father was barreling fists

I was laughing all the way through it

And now the blondies are clutching their ribs

From my latest joke from my old bag of tricks

But there's this beautiful moment in it

Where I can sorta just vanish

Everything comes back around

I still feel like the class clown

Everything comes back around

I still feel like the class clown

Everything is over now

I still feel like the class clown

Like if I get older now

I'll let my younger version down

And if I stop laughing all the

Blood will just start pouring out

'Cause everything comes back around

I still feel like the class clown

Been tryna talk to my sister about it

We joke a million jokes through the phone

Nothing funny about that home

But her and I we already know

Everything comes back around

I still feel like the class clown

Everything comes back around

I still feel like the class clown

Everything comes back around

Everything comes back around

Everything comes back around

Everything comes back around

Everything comes back

Everything comes back