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language arts crew - old kids lyrics

language arts crew ft. lee pardini – “old kids”
[emcee(s): clint westwood, vric enoh, and benny medicina]
[producer(s): kutty sharp]
[vocals: qs zeus]
[keyboards: lee pardini]

[intro: sample from the outsiders (1983)]
cherry: come and sit up here with us so you can protect us
johnny: what do you think, man? come on
ponyboy: might as well
marcia: how old are y’all?

[verse 1: clint westwood]
up to rise, i open my eyes only to find that
the sunshine hides behind cloudy skies outside
and now’s the time. devout to fight the unappealing
it’s been raining for six weeks, and there’s a leak in the ceiling
my poor friend, me, not like the whiskey, is force-feed
i got forty adorable wh0r-s at my door to escort me
life is good, so i stab my knife into the woods, siphon
the right from the should, and clean my pipes underneath your hood, girl
it’s a lonely road back to my own abode, and
the moment’s slow, slowing through the hole of my soul—oh no
hope floats through the troposphere like the clouds that don’t
be smoking, sheer rolling out of focus in a broken mirror
i wish vric was here so we could sip a beer, shoot
the sh-t about the weird. man, i still hold back the tears, f-cking
furious. ever since, i can’t take anything serious
p-ssing in the rain ‘cause i drink myself delirious

[hook: qs zeus] (x2)
well, i’m an old kid. time to go
give, got the mighty closed fist while the dominoes
tip. my mama knows best, and i don’t know
sh-t. girl, you’re a mess. get this world off my chest

[interlude: sample from american graffiti (1973)]
john: go ahead. you go on over there and remember all the good times you won’t be having. i ain’t going off to some godd-mn fancy college. i’m staying right here, having fun, as usual

[verse 2: vric enoh]
it’s 2006 and we flipped through many pages
spread my life across the pavement. mr. lawson, i can’t take it
the years are moving faster, and i wish they would just slow a bit
so i can catch my breath… and really get a hold of this
now bills to pay and 9-to-5, i -n-lyze the worth of life
and wish i could rewind the times to summer nights, love on the rise
still rocking shows, but i arise before the sun do
adulthood overrated like the rats that run amongst you
thinking back to days when we were rolling in the galaxy
now the worry hold us back, and giving a f-ck about a salary
digging in the seats for the bridge toll, barely balancing
drinking large amounts until walking becomes challenging
and it still is. i got some down–ss friends
a rowdy group of heads, we bring the pigs out the pens, we’re on
some old kids sh-t—f-ck the pressures of life. we’re keeping
good company and everything’ll be alright

[verse 3: benny medicina]
yeah, get this
sh-t off of the chest and old soul. mama knows
best: you don’t go settling for so-so
it’s fast-paced in this rat race, so roll slow
there’s fast paper, and that’s a danger as most know
we beat blocking, keep rocking these shows ‘til my
feet cease walking and depart from the road (from the road)
these memories will stick with me (stick with me), writing
my name through the city when i was broke, pulling $6.50
and i’m an old kid, sure is
broke this, with them hefty buds and my old kicks
time keeps ticking, i was 2 double-o-6
closed it. family members, we must have grown quick
(grown quick) and now we traded the beers for booze—here’s to
the crew. this year was merely a miracle true (true)
rock-bottom to skyscr-ping, no time wasting
from fine-paying to grime-making to lines waiting
sign saying “280 south,” it’s crazy now
and cali raised me something i wouldn’t go a day without
yeah, the good times and the bad
tires are flat on the right, but i got five in the gas (so push it)
keep rocking as long as there’s blank pages to rip
and sh-tty bars that’ll play our hits—come on
put a quarter in the jukebox, pay our rent
and let it spin ‘til we’ve made our cents

[outro: samples]
[sample from the outsiders (1983)]
johnny: i’m gonna miss you guys. i’ve been thinking about that poem. that guy that wrote it. he meant you’re gold when you’re a kid. like green. when you’re a kid, everything is new. dawn. like the way you dig sunsets, that’s golden. keep it that way, it’s a good way to be. there’s still lots of good in the world
[sample from hook (1991)]
[maggie darling]
now there is one rule i insist be obeyed while you are in my house. no growing up…

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