Atmosphere - RFTC lyrics

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 cry long running through your veins

You look like a war vet starin at them trains

It's like you zen the fuck out

Sittin in the bushes, letting all the bugs out

One smoke one beer, when the coast is clear you disappear until your zone stoned on the fear

Lookin at scarred box cars

Focusing and notice one of the ones most fit

Its like that one there, has got your name all over it

So that one there, is getting your name all over it

Pull a can of sky blue for the outline

Sky for the limits, blue for the down time

Nerves at blast, disturbin the masses of rats with these thin tips and fat caps

Thinking bout your little brother, cause he been tryin 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

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Run, run, run these yards

Run, run, run don't get caught

Run, run, run every piece understood

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

Cause your looking straight at a uniformed officer

What you think, should you run, run

And take a chance at getting some from his stunt 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 thinking 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

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