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letra de dog days - scribbling idiots

verse 1: cas metah
we all walking by grace, right?
so why you up in my face like you ain’t seen grey skies?
what? it’s always sunny? always lovely?
where you living at buddy? in what country?
’cause where i’m from is dumb humid in the summer
seasons change and they ain’t like when you were younger
global warming made this skin a little tougher
a little hungry, ’cause all i had was peanut b-tter
brother i don’t think you know what it means to feel the struggle
just got to call your mama for money when you in trouble
but i’m not from the ‘burbs, i’m from the gutter
where the silver spoon’s rusted, so it’s a must to hustle
no i’m not done yet, yet it is finished
heaven conquered h-ll, so i’m pale with no blemish
to some it isn’t enough, that have to have limits
they have to add gimmicks to act christian
then ask if i’m walking close to the fire
i been close to the fire most of my life
born 8-1, born again 9-5 ’til i die
living in these dog days and times

chorus: wonder brown
take a step and make it known
just know (just know)
what you perceive isn’t always how it plays out
take a breath, but take your own
oh no (oh no)
if we live amongst the beast, then these are the dog days now

verse 2: justme
news flash homie! i don’t know it all
but if our crews clash crony, you’re the one to fall
’cause i ain’t never been big on quittin’
i believe in fighting, writing, scratching, spittin’
whatever it takes to reveal the hidden
a lot of mistakes made, we’ll admit them
claiming g.o.a.t.? man, you must be kiddin’
we k-9s obey lines like “speak” and “sit-in”
but never roll over or play dead to make bread
we’ve been called “rover” but pray heads will stay fed
when it’s all over we pained, bled, and gained friends
from cliffs of dover to bankhead
we keep ranting and raving over the breaks
panting and paving, knowing the stakes
having the heart to see what we say
’til god gets his way and every dog has it’s day

verse 3: reflex
stand by for tips from bystanders
who stand biased if we don’t buy their standards
won’t stand by us ’cause they don’t like our chances
yet from sidelines, they’re firing right answers
oh, i shouldn’t be so prideful?
you’ve got a better grasp on my dreams than i do?
well let go, gepetto, you’re grasping too hard
you’re cue-card flashing when i’m reading off a different script
full of pain and plot twists
but if i stay in my lane i’ve got this
when armchair critics giving taxi guidance
jesus, take the wheel, rescue me from backseat drivers, good lord!

- scribbling idiots

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