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letra de new era - jon estrada

[verse 1]
i backflip on these break loops
best believe that when it’s said and done that i stayed true
tried to but that ain’t you
blast back but i hate to
if i ain’t step foot in they shoes
can’t help what fate choose
know everybody lose
though not everybody bruise
when they feeling blue
some coming with the brightest hues
least that’s what they showing you
but up close ain’t so cute
how much really showing through when it’s all eyes on you?
smile coming on cue
easier playing it cool
don’t wanna be that dude
i watch the puddles i’m stepping in
i was down bad dude
only way up was through gas fumes
i went through homies like braincells
gotta be down to my last two
made the mistake, eyes bigger than the plate
i try to guard from the snakes on my mongoose
ain’t got time to lose
spent the past few on my ass
ebb and flow education, tryna learn from the past
if you don’t, don’t be surprised when you left in it
though the memories never last
krazy world, don’t know how you’re living
but i wonder if we all just tryna feel alive when alone
hard to k!ll patterns when they cast mold

[verse 2]
gotta dedicate it to the homies that stuck with me when it wasn’t pretty
you made a difference really
prolly be difficult seeing me sitting here had you said peace, and i don’t mean peace be with me
i don’t mean to be too sentimental
but i do love y’all dearly
and i say that sh-t sincerely
cause you know real ones are hard to come by
used to wish that sh-t wasn’t always one sided
wishing that some of them stuck on by mine
kicked it in school, now we just alumni
if you still tripping off bullsh-t, much prefer the fungi
what’s the matter, compadre?
mad i ain’t sticking to all my fears
made a bee-line from those i ain’t tryna get stung by
i could use a bit of sunshine, but dark days lead to tough rhymes
a dumb cycle to attempt to ride
i can’t advise you to try this road
i’m still fried, you just can’t smell it on my clothes
keeping it outta my nose but carving my path in the snow
let that conditioning go
been at work eroding sandstone
tryna find where the f-ck is home
hope for it not to be all in vain
needle been wearing the record down
only scratching the surface
seeking that pleasure or pain
seem to me about the same route

[outro]
i backflip on these break loops
best believe when it’s said and done that i stayed true

- jon estrada

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