Atmosphere - RFTC lyrics

Uh, You got a bag full of paint
A head full of brain
No snow, no rain, ain't got no complaint
Like you high on that Krylon
Runnin' through your veins
You look like a war vet
Starin' at them trains
It's like you zenned the fuck out
Sittin' in the bushes
Lettin' all the bugs out
One smoke, one beer, when the coast is clear
You disappear into your zone
Stoned on the fear
Lookin' at scarred box cars
Focus in and notice one of the ones most fit
It's like that one there
Has got your name all over it
So that one there
Is gettin' your name all over it
Pull a can of sky blue for the outline
Sky for the limit's, blue for the down time
Nerves at blast
Disturbin' the masses of rats with these
Thin tips and fat caps
Thinkin' 'bout your little brother
'Cause he been tryna hit the
Yard with you all summer
It's a good thing that you
Didn't bring him along
'Cause that's when you saw the
Flashlights singing this song like

Run, run, run these yards
Run, run, don't get caught
Run, run, every piece understood
(I wanna tell 'em you were good on the foot
Now) run, run, run these yards
Run, run, don't get caught
Run, run, every piece understood
(Better believe you ran as fast as you could)

It wasn't fast enough, a simple catch
Cornered in the parking lot
Hidin' in the trash
You heard the footsteps, heart beatin' hard
Are you gonna have to fight
With a trainyard guard?
You stepped out on some "yup
Let's start this"
Puffin' out your chest like you
Wasn't in the garbage
And that's when the universe stopped for ya
Now ya lookin' straight at
A uniformed officer
What you think, should you run, run
And take a chance at gettin'
Some from his stun gun
That ain't one on one
Plus he look kinda young
The type that might beat your
Ass just for fun, huh
So tell me what the fuck
Are you supposed to do
Already thinkin' about the
Cuffs holdin' you
Already got a few cases over you
But then the police man says "no
It's cool"
What, where's the punch line? Can't call it
Too many paint fumes, musta lost it
He handed you your bag and said "Here
I think you dropped this"
'Cause this cop grew up on hip hop (got it)

Run, run, run these yards
Run, run, don't get caught
Run, run, every piece understood
(It all depends on where the pieces are put)
Run, run, run these yards
Run, run, don't get caught
Run, run, every piece understood
(Now do your thing and make
The neighborhood look good)