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language arts crew - lay low كلمات الأغنية

[intro: sample quote from [?]]
[sample quote from [?]]
[?]
how ‘bout a nice, little walk?
[?]
alright
[?]
look up at the sky. god loves his children. god loves you. he wants you to follow him
[?]
why?
[?]
we’re here to save you
[?]
why?
[?]
because the world is coming to an end

[interlude: vric enoh]
alright. you gotta tell ‘em, mize. stand up. stay calm

[verse 1: qs zeus]
ayyo, time ticks. [?] to this civilian
my distilled wits i fill with a 5th of liquid illness
i display gifts, play with some t-ts as fake as feelings
and blaze spliffs, taping the tip, and chase dylans
no saints will. shame is the filth to raise real ones
and the bay not the safest place to raise children
so i stay chilling. [?]—it ain’t given
so it stays. iller cases of phrase i’ve made written
but every single place that i go, i make my statements known
i makes it so my face is not shown
but a danger is the face of lost souls
and it probably will follow me wherever i go

[verse 2: vric enoh]
it’s that kid oddity—walk odd like trotting wallabies
i’ll stay low like dolphin odysseys under breakers
i keep it later, rocking faders past your bedtime
when the fibers less in number, plotting thunder over b-ssline
keeping the place in the bas-m-nt, keeping it faceless on the forefront
for four months with doors shut, exit with some sore cuts
i lay low—you’ll never catch me flossing
when i’m walking frisco blocks, around a sj mission, stomping
i stay still and blend in like rocks
like bodies in a box, my thoughts rot to blossom
my chopped-up concoctions got your noggin nodding often
off the clock but not forgotten, slopping [?] until i’m nauseous

[hook: qs zeus]
every single place that i go, i stay low, play this with my face not shown
danger is the face that i’ve known for way too long, and, basically, if they don’t know
every single place that i go, i still stay low. i play this with my face not shown
danger is the face that i’ve known for way too long. too long

[verse 3: clint westwood]
it’s like standing over the canyon. i ran from the expansion
a man with a handful of p-ssion did the lands in
cast to last. still, what mattered to them is it shattered—a gash to my neck
from the wrath. p-ss me closer to death and i collapse over the edge
i awoke back in san jose, place
where the homeless throw fits and blow sh-t ‘til their nose splits
n0body notices the grossness we floating in
soak it in, rowing the boat with the bones of your own kids
stranger in a strange land—that’s all you are
so i stand my ground, bear the age, and wear the scars
from the bullies on the boulevard to the punks in my front yard
i’ll [?] a thief in his heart and feed his carc-ss to the starved
road to sedona for a moment of ease
let my conscious breathe, lost in a sea of joshua trees
aloft on a breeze, release my weary spirit from this earth
dispersed across the universe, i finally quench my thirst

[verse 4: benny medicina]
this is new jack city where the rats get famous
for the vision of rap and it’s painted on mask for the vapors
gator jaw cater to all. immaculate pages
don’t wait for applause. i’m taking it all to san andreas
then pluck you out your field of [?], then feel the honestness
we walking through the [?] [switched?]
we all flipping, all sliding like bald michelins
my mandible spit flammable liquid like [?] is
we tall-spirited. raw lyrics to motived
and consume ghosts like oda mae with stones between my shoulder blades
we top-heavy, rock steady, radio-box-friendly
monster homage medleys when rocking for nice betties
consistent, mr. meds will twist it. better listen
let us chop the skin to shed the wisdom, find the exit, vex the system
he’s going the distance but not knowing the speed
[scratch untimely?], i’m tryna find a place so i breathe

[interlude: vric enoh]
language arts! lac! lac!

- language arts crew

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