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letra de get outta dodge - eastern sunz

bring it back to basics turn the pages in reverse/
when the flames lit in too many places you get burned/
this is the story of the sad clown, cry hard and laugh loud/
sometimes it feels like i don’t fit my background/
think about the fake in my bank accounts/
and freakin out because the future’s lookin bleaker now/
and breakin down cause i don’t think that i can make it out/
afraid to shout cause i don’t think that i can make it loud/
chasing explanation’s a waste of my time/
it seems art, love, and sanity can’t be defined/
so i’m happy inside with my dignified silence
since half of the time i have to see through my eyelids
empathy’s my enemy, i always had a soft spot/
heart on my sleeve, heart in a crock pot/
lost thoughts that don’t wanna remember/
heart on my sleeve, heart in a blender/
still a starvin artist, and the beat is my canvas/
everybody gotta eat, so i’m paintin me a sandwich/
and from my vantage all fantasies are final/
but they act like i’m a dino cause i still scratch vinyl/
what these kids are into these days? how would i know?/
i fly low under the radar and die slow/
rest in peace to phife my roots are tribal and i write in heiro/
so where’d the time go? tell me where’d the time go?/

confident sinners and insecure gods/
fire up the truck and get the f-ck outta dodge/
the f-ck outta dodge/
fire up the truck and get the f-ck outta dodge/
harmonious chaos, draconian laws/
fire up the truck and get the f-ck outta dodge/
the f-ck outta dodge/
fire up the truck and get the f-ck outta dodge/

world a flame, circling the drain/
when they trademark the clouds and copyright the rain/
and doctors make commission from slangin your prescription/
as you watch em get rich off your pain and your addiction/
they blame the victim, you can’t ever convict em/
you can’t ever convince em that we gotta change the system/
insane monsters who monopolize an industry/
and monetize anything, there’s money in the ministry/
runnin outta energy, caught up in the mental/
i find the mind can either be a coffin or a temple/
brick in the wall, sick of it all/
just sittin in suspense for the sickle to fall/
relationships blind me, patience doesn’t find me/
i’m afraid it’s too late, my better days are behind me/
death is all around us, don’t remind me/
headed to a funeral, wonderin when will mine be?/

i don’t count my possessions, i only count my blessins/
it turns out i found the youth fountain in my sessions/
in one breath i’m stressin, god is an invention/
unorthadox atheist, on flights i find religion/
all of em… foul weather followin/
run to a reverend, better call solomon/
this place is eatin me alive, so what that means to me/
is that it’s time to completely change the scenery/

- eastern sunz

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