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a rainy morning Lyrics - Artist : atlas
It's been a long time
Yes, Ma'am. A lot of water under the bridge Some of the old songs, Sam Yes, Ma'am Ey yo, its Atlas back up on the track This time I'm actually back Yo, yo, yo It's definitely been a minute since that Atlas cat was at it I was eating like a king The king of never living lavish I was having mental struggles Trying to figure out my sadness And I got kicked out of high school for some stupid shit I managed That ménage in the hallway had me crashing off the planet But I'm back again Prepared to make a track again And dammit Even if it kills me Every bar is planted In the perfect position To show my wisdom when I planned it Bitch I man it Bitch I'm fucked up in the head And bitch I'm standing And bitch I'm pretty far from dead Been reprimanded And I ignored all that shit that they said And I got out the building and that put be to test But now I'm back And I'm prepared from ripping out my fucking hair From missing her and missing them and asking why I had to care And now I know And I know the reasons there Cause it taught me how to open up and demonstrate my fear Cause it taught me how to open up and demonstrate my fear Cause it taught me how to open up Yo I've been asking the wrong questions since I woke up on my deathbed With a voice like charcoal And a choice within in my dead head Like fuck what all the rest said I live to my spit start From coughing up the blood I lost From when I reset my next art This is a mix martial arts With a split part Living life without a back up plan or a big heart You know me The only rapper with a good Dad Physch the one that's making all the other rappers look bad Right the bearded man-bun, that's always getting hoes wet The book rat The reason Barnes and Nobles hasn't closed yet The chosen one Neo out of the matrix with a face lift If he had gained a couple pounds And dropped a remix over flagrant I never aim to stainless I don't act like I'm famous With no license Cause I tried to learn when I'm fucking faded The least hated The mad writer The Midwestern tag-glider Trying to be a fucking pathfinder Cause in 2010 I woke up with a dream and a pencil And motherfucker I ain't stopping until the dreaming is simple I got a spot in the game Or at least a reservation Shine light on the scene like a police investigation What's up Like a police investigation I'm a shine light on the scene Like a police investigation What's up |
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