Atmosphere - Makes The Sun Come Out

About noonish, I woke up to the musicBlaring outta the clock I inherited from popsAfter snooze is hit twice or triceI climb off of this madras to go find my lifeWhere's my wifey at? Wait, that's rightShe slept at her sister's, 'cause we had a fight last nightLooks like one of her cat's got sickThat's either vomit or shit, right next to the fridgeThere's no coffee left, just tea, greenDid my best to try to make believe that it was caffeineAfter a minute, I had a cold showerAnd oh, I was pissed off at no hot waterHello landlord as I get dressedExpressed my stress in the message that I leftSo when you get a chance, please call meGotta go, just found cat shit in the clean laundryAnd yesterday's pants is the optionThere's already money in the front pocketNo snow yet, but it's still freezingSo I throw on a coat with a hoodie underneath itIgnore all the bills on the table'Cause I don't love 'em - fuck 'em, who told them I was faithfulShoes, keys, wallet and my temperOut the front door into a cold NovemberNow wait a minute, look who got a parking ticketI live here, why I need a fucking permit?I guess underground rap has its perks'Cause all of the sudden the speakers don't wanna workStereo is dead, no lights, no featuresAnd hold up, the heater ain't on eitherIt must be a fuse, at least it startsI dip to the shop that sells the car partsAnd the cashier is like, man I don't know shitBut you ain't gonna treat me like I don't know shitBob, that's your job Bob, do your job BobSell me a fuse and point me to the door knobInstalled the fuse and let the heater blowMusic comes on, thermometer is three belowSon's mom calls, I answer it on speaker phoneAt same damn time, someone backs into my vehicleTurn the auto-pilot on manI just wanted to go to the studio to write a song manMeltdown now, might as well ?blank out??Shine'll come back? once we pull up to Ant's houseThat's the place I bury, all of the weight I carrySouthside basement, that's like my sanctuaryI love life - that's what this one's aboutSo go ahead and hit record and ?let? the sun come out, now
About noonish, I woke up to the musicBlaring outta the clock I inherited from popsAfter snooze is hit twice or triceI climb off of this madras to go find my lifeWhere's my wifey at? Wait, that's rightShe slept at her sister's, 'cause we had a fight last nightLooks like one of her cat's got sickThat's either vomit or shit, right next to the fridgeThere's no coffee left, just tea, greenDid my best to try to make believe that it was caffeineAfter a minute, I had a cold showerAnd oh, I was pissed off at no hot waterHello landlord as I get dressedExpressed my stress in the message that I leftSo when you get a chance, please call meGotta go, just found cat shit in the clean laundryAnd yesterday's pants is the optionThere's already money in the front pocketNo snow yet, but it's still freezingSo I throw on a coat with a hoodie underneath itIgnore all the bills on the table'Cause I don't love 'em - fuck 'em, who told them I was faithfulShoes, keys, wallet and my temperOut the front door into a cold NovemberNow wait a minute, look who got a parking ticketI live here, why I need a fucking permit?I guess underground rap has its perks'Cause all of the sudden the speakers don't wanna workStereo is dead, no lights, no featuresAnd hold up, the heater ain't on eitherIt must be a fuse, at least it startsI dip to the shop that sells the car partsAnd the cashier is like, man I don't know shitBut you ain't gonna treat me like I don't know shitBob, that's your job Bob, do your job BobSell me a fuse and point me to the door knobInstalled the fuse and let the heater blowMusic comes on, thermometer is three belowSon's mom calls, I answer it on speaker phoneAt same damn time, someone backs into my vehicleTurn the auto-pilot on manI just wanted to go to the studio to write a song manMeltdown now, might as well ?blank out??Shine'll come back? once we pull up to Ant's houseThat's the place I bury, all of the weight I carrySouthside basement, that's like my sanctuaryI love life - that's what this one's aboutSo go ahead and hit record and ?let? the sun come out, now

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