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letra de easy does it - language arts crew

[verse 1: benny medicina and clint westwood]
[clint westwood]
i got a fatal flaw
idle engine and a bail bond
give me two rails—the ride of this trail off
[day at a large?], kiss the bottle, bomb the bail block
admit the wrong, push the love and the sail on
highway, now riding through horizons
the moment’s alive as it rolls by outside
day by day, frame by frame
i’ll ride this train ‘til i die and collides with the whole thing

[benny medicina]
uh, it’s smooth sailing from here
now that i found that i can be just who i wanna be, i p-ss around that pitcher of beer
taking pictures, it’s clear to see the past is in the rear view and this is a new day (hey)
summers i can’t live without take me where i wanna go
this border town is drying out. the whiskey seemed to always flow
and if there’s one i know, then it’s this:
that you can’t reach the top rocks without scaling the cliff
it’s a b-tch

[hook: qs zeus]
there’s a reason why the sun doesn’t just stay away
there’s no belief—for some, the warmth on ‘em is just a normal thing
and if this isn’t real, my son, i’ll take away the lie today
it’s a lonely view from here, but i’m gonna be there anyway

[verse 2: benny medicina, clint westwood, qs zeus, and vric enoh]
[qs zeus]
ain’t she got a lot of things that’ll make you wanna blow your head off? it’s m-th-f-ckin’ easy
ain’t it probably what a lot of other people deal with daily? definitely, lately, it seems
[vric enoh]
rolling up my sleeves ‘cause i’m digging it deep
but three sheets to the wind got me balancing beams
i’m grinding through, tryna manage my dreams
and make the most of mine, overdrive, paddle and sleep
it’s like:
[clint westwood]
low cash, bad drunk vanished from the dance club
bad luck, i can smell my vans when i’m standing up
the p-ssage is rough, but you gotta want it bad enough
i’m just out of grasp. god d-mn it, i ain’t having none
[benny medicina]
they say we got a problem. i call it awful fun
if you ain’t got no reasons left then, gladly, we can make up one
surely my time is coming. maybe it’s coming soon
but it’ll all be ok ‘long as ichy’s on the ones and twos
[qs zeus]
i’m some deep, drunk for a month
the slight bum and i’m starting to reek like someone’s feet
i need a change of pace. i need a month off
this day to day, same office, same faces, paper chase
that’s why i got the alcohol
give me a blended 5th of whiskey so it makes me unaccountable
if what it do is what it do, then what it do
i haven’t formed an opinion since the last time i had to
[vric enoh]
and years are p-ssing quick, barely keeping track of it
i learned a lot on accident, but i can make the most of it
and deal with my -ssociates, a bottle is appropriate
and we can get to focusing
feet hanging off the dock of the bay
another day—same sh-t. tides washing away
it’s like repeat and relay. to delay the decay
sun keeps setting, but i wait for the replay
(i wait for the replay…)
(i wait for the replay…)

[outro: sample from [?]] (x4)
go slow, take it easy on the curb

- language arts crew

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