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language arts crew - past time lyrics

[intro — benny medicina]
let’s bring it back to the good ole’ days
vcn3!
it’s language arts b-tch!

[verse 1 – benny medicina]
it was all a dream
i used to read play boy magazine
mr. medik and swypezilla into racking streaks
sj brought us plenty of trouble
so we code named graffiti writing and twenty a double
it was f-ck work, bus hop, paint sh-t, shoulder tap
get drunk, smoke weed, vomit up, circle back
days went by without sobering up
a 32 of miller. low life for lunch, what?
after finishing a handle off
hush fell off the truck in the middle of san tomas
rocking barbecue stains like tim mcgraw
p-ssing off the roof on expensive cars
and it was chase jack, down brews, and sip stoli’s
eyes crossed like kris and stay drunk like nick nolte

[chorus – qs zeus]
for the past time
living this one like it’s your last life
smoking it slowly and well that’s fine
and hold the dro, take note before we’re gone old and grown
for the past time
living this one like it’s your last life
smoking it slowly and well that’s fine
and go for broke, lay low when you sit back from rolling a roach

[verse 2 – qs zeus]
cruising all the way to park with [?] taken
abandoned like a forty on floors, well i’ll take it
the park bench we used to
everyday we [zoom?] through
time always flew dude
coming home at 2, oops!
pops getting mad at me
f-ck going home now
-ssault and some battery
papa’s little ho-down
talking over drinks, some weed, then i’m staying
yo, what the f-ck you put in that [bleeze] yo, that’s amazing!
girls and some alcohol
things that are tangible
nowadays you add up all your things
and they add up wrong
take a little weight off your feet
load, and keep low
raw meat till’ your [meat bone?]
look at me
drink another forty till’ i sleep
and another one for breakfast
gift of gab on repeat
reminiscing is sweet
wishing you could be here
that’s what friends need
your’s truly, qs to vcn3

[verse 3 – vric enoh]
no pause in life
i’m not stopping at the stop light
i walk and reflect
road traveled as i cross by
the path of others building memories is cl-ssic
some are still chillin’ but my brother rests in ashes
a p-ssion for the stories made by the mischief
tales at the park with the bay in the distance
on a vista, sipping poison, man, i’ve been arrested here
no acceptance of the lesson with -ssessment of the years
running free to the rattle of the can
by the creek side, track spot, forty in a bag
i wasn’t in to running yards
i’m in a party train of 20 cars
or in a cuddy spot with honey parked, until the sun at large
sf to sj i’ll navigate it backwards
sf state to treasure island bus disaster
lower haight, city walkin’ until the tread is blank
return to sj with a new tune to generate

[verse 4 – clint westwood]
yeah i remember sneaking out back in the day
squeezing past my squeaky [kid?]
i hit the night looking to blaze
[sp-wn with me?]
faded on the sleepy streets
up late and under-age
rampage, drinking forties in the storm drain
not afraid
we had all kinds of plots
igniting lighter bombs high up in the mountains
off of micro-dots
rooftop balloon launch, we drop bowling b-lls
off the city college garage and doing donuts in the parking lot
being a kid and just loving it
doing dumb sh-t in the summer, lift tickets in the summit
f-ck it, mugging old heads bumping nofx
we hit the road west, less invisible with no regrets
[creep a hop?] with young love like a hard drug
scars and tongues slip out my arms like a [drum hub?]
on the flip side where the valley lights the sky
where we stood still on those foot hills
frozen in time

[outro – sample quote from the goonies]
don’t say that! never say that!
goonies never say die!
don’t you realize? right now they gotta do what’s right for them
cause it’s their time. their time up there!
down here it’s our time. it’s our time down here!
that’s all over the second we ride up in troy’s bucket…

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