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letra de seat check - earth jones

[verse 1]

time got suspended, no more
time to hang, like suspenders
or time for adventure
might as well pre-order dentures
i got friends at 22 worried about jobs with a tenure
let’s bounce it back to them good years (do you remember?)
wrestling over remotes, raven-symonne had powers
was around the same time them planes met the twin towers
dogs would act tough
but they courage would turn to coward
at sleepover when the storms would cut out all of the power
tricking at recess, kidding and spilling pieces
going to focus on the thesis, computer times
hard to [?]
and then i play miniclip
wednesday’s dominoes got to capture your [?]
i thought i had some swag
rocking convertible pants with the green hook max
now my day ones turning from patricks to mister crabs
we be in sapphire just drop
words pressing heaven with socks
devil try to take me out but i flex on the chicken bots

[chorus]

don’t expect your seat back
unless you called seat check
blowing on them cartridges getting my games to reset
it’s up in my mouth, daddy teaching me about respect
those were the days, those were the days
these are times that you don’t get back
all of those times our [?] was a summer
wrote down a [?], let’s get us some laughs
star 67 they want all my number
(thank you god, thank you god
that these are my memories)

[verse 2]

ini mini moing
bottling was as glowing
i remember thinking pig latin
was a form a samoan
only boss i had to deal with
was the boss i had to beat
speedy barrel, swing a crocidile
send donkey, conquer trees
trying not to pick a scab was the fight of my youth
tying the floss to the door
to get my last baby tooth
if i wasn’t back-flipping i was climbing the roof
you couldn’t say i ain’t no man
my three pet hairs was my proof
ramen noodles in the cup
pbj’s, soda crust
[?]
90s i’m going to miss you
some kids put down a football
picked up them pistols
ima keeping thinking wishful
i know we are all just still kids

[chorus]

don’t expect your seat back
unless you called seat check
blowing on them cartridges getting my games to reset
it’s up in my mouth, daddy teaching me about respect
those were the days, those were the days
these are times that you don’t get back
all of those times our [?] was a summer
wrote down a [?] let’s get us some laughs
star 67 they want all my numbers
(thank you god, thank you god
that these are my memories)

- earth jones

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