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Joey the Dreamer

Joey the Dreamer is a musical artist known for their unique blend of indie folk and dream pop. With heartfelt lyrics and dreamy melodies, they create a whimsical and introspective musical experience. Their music often explores themes of love, self-discovery, and the human experience, drawing listeners into a world of imagination and introspection. Joey the Dreamer's ethereal soundscapes and captivating vocals have garnered them a dedicated following, making them an emerging artist to watch in the music industry. more »

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I'm the, I'm the, I'm the, I'm the
Greatest, bitch ain't no debating
Bus rides home, they used to cause me anguish
Now I'm celebrated, climbing to the top, no elevators
Ladies love me, and I'm hella lucky
That's why fellas hate it
Got her blushing, please don't try to rush me
Life is like a painting
As a younging momma told me, focus on my education
So I hit the books and mastered all the words upon them pages
Lost a lot in life, so often I turn light into a saber
Cutting through the dark, I remember way back in the day when
I would play with Jason, Jaython, and Braden up on the playground
Trading Pokemon, but Yu-Gi-Oh was closer to my wavelength
I was crushing on Addison, I thought she was the baddest then
Ronnice always got mad at me, Brittany carried my coat
Josh had all the Exodias, he invited me over
And life was simple, I knew that my skin was different
But had no sense of my pigment, and wasn't scared of the dark
My friends would gather by the bonfire and gaze at the stars, uh
Vivid memories of second grade start hitting me, I'm not a ninja
This is about a year fore' the hidden leaf
Touched a TV screen in my grandparents' home when DVDs
Were collector's items before LimeWire had MP3s
There's something still in me that thinks things'll get better
That mom and dad will see eye to eye and come back together
Now we hopping on the Greyhound at a mobile shelter
Stop by the Amtrak, stare out the window and welter
Time goes by, I start wondering, will I ever see her again
Christmas time starts to blur within, then we move to Roselle
Third grade is okay, but I'm still secretly waiting
To go back to the places I know my heart will belong
A year passes and fourth grade is a flash
Then I started playing the sax, I start worrying
Will I make it back home?
Fifth grade is upon us, a sharp wind full of darkness
It gusts straight at my noggin, the court rattles my bones
The gavel shatters my hopes, my dreams scatter
I choke and my blood splatters these notes
A young child's a ghost, his soul's hollow, he boasts
There's no home for his heart and he's so cold in the dark
That he thinks he's better alone
He draws deep from his scars, but he looks up to the stars
But there's no light in these parts, his pain echoes the moon
I lost all of my friends, I lost family
I lost hope, I lost faith that you'd understand me
Life fades into black, faces turn to a blur
I get trapped in my head, I don't utter a word
I get by every day, but I can't see who they are
So they can't look into me, unless I scream through the art
My whole body is numb, it's like I'm trapped in a cage
And if they look at me wrong, I just might snap into rage
Nobody knows who I am, I guess it's safer that way
The only way to survive is to put what's left on a page
They say
You hear the roar of thunder
Before you feel
The rain

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