Atlas - a rainy morning lyrics
[Atlas - a rainy morning lyrics]
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
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