Atlas - isn't here lyrics
[Atlas - isn't here lyrics]
If you don't mind
We'd like to play somethin' for ya. 1-2-3-4
Came a long way from Guitar Hero mics
I was growing up alone tryin' hard to decipher
The meaning alongside walkin' through life
With my hands on my head and my heart in a vice
Or something crushing
I've been on the up and up and up again
Hauntin' something I don't know
The name of through my ugly limbs
I'm wanderin' wonderin' where did I go
Wanderin' wonderin' where is my ghost
If I died a long time ago where would it go
'Cause I don't feel alive in this world
But I'll cope through drugs and escapism
All that I know, is I don't feel satisfied living alone
I don't feel satisfied being myself
No, I don't feel satisfied going through hell
So I arose in the morning with a true hope in me
Tryna bring change like the new Pope simply
Never understood why my crew coped with me
Until I realized they were all a few clones of me
And that's fine 'long as these rap lines make me
Fun dude to be around they'll still stay, see
Then my fanbase doubled in a month
While I slept all day, catching rest y'all'd say
But, truthfully I was so stupidly sat
In a state of anxiety spewing these raps
From my mind to the paper, to you and then back
'Til it no longer sounded like me on the track
When I listen to it, my issues had exited it
Took the express from my brain to the exodus
Traveled for miles on a path through my head
Discovering questions and asking them
When my friends came knockin'
I'm in bed
I z-z-z pretend I'm dead
Sayin' Atlas isn't here he's traversing his regrets
No, Atlas isn't here he's reversing the effects of
Friends come knocking
I'm in bed
I z-z-z pretend I'm dead
Cause Atlas isn't here he's just searching for his meds
No, Atlas isn't here he's obsessing over death
See the, the moral of the story is I- I guess
That things are gonna get better
And then they're probably gonna get worse again but
In the long run the better times tend to out-weigh the worse ones
And I'm not a philosopher or, definitely not a genius of any sort
But I am a well spoken rap artist on the internet and from
Experience I can pretty confidently say that shit's gonna improve somehow so
Just, do- do what you gotta do I guess you know like
Do what you gotta do
Make yourself happy
As long as it's not illegal
That's a- that's a debate for another time whatever, I'm out
We'd like to play somethin' for ya. 1-2-3-4
Came a long way from Guitar Hero mics
I was growing up alone tryin' hard to decipher
The meaning alongside walkin' through life
With my hands on my head and my heart in a vice
Or something crushing
I've been on the up and up and up again
Hauntin' something I don't know
The name of through my ugly limbs
I'm wanderin' wonderin' where did I go
Wanderin' wonderin' where is my ghost
If I died a long time ago where would it go
'Cause I don't feel alive in this world
But I'll cope through drugs and escapism
All that I know, is I don't feel satisfied living alone
I don't feel satisfied being myself
No, I don't feel satisfied going through hell
So I arose in the morning with a true hope in me
Tryna bring change like the new Pope simply
Never understood why my crew coped with me
Until I realized they were all a few clones of me
And that's fine 'long as these rap lines make me
Fun dude to be around they'll still stay, see
Then my fanbase doubled in a month
While I slept all day, catching rest y'all'd say
But, truthfully I was so stupidly sat
In a state of anxiety spewing these raps
From my mind to the paper, to you and then back
'Til it no longer sounded like me on the track
When I listen to it, my issues had exited it
Took the express from my brain to the exodus
Traveled for miles on a path through my head
Discovering questions and asking them
When my friends came knockin'
I'm in bed
I z-z-z pretend I'm dead
Sayin' Atlas isn't here he's traversing his regrets
No, Atlas isn't here he's reversing the effects of
Friends come knocking
I'm in bed
I z-z-z pretend I'm dead
Cause Atlas isn't here he's just searching for his meds
No, Atlas isn't here he's obsessing over death
See the, the moral of the story is I- I guess
That things are gonna get better
And then they're probably gonna get worse again but
In the long run the better times tend to out-weigh the worse ones
And I'm not a philosopher or, definitely not a genius of any sort
But I am a well spoken rap artist on the internet and from
Experience I can pretty confidently say that shit's gonna improve somehow so
Just, do- do what you gotta do I guess you know like
Do what you gotta do
Make yourself happy
As long as it's not illegal
That's a- that's a debate for another time whatever, I'm out