Atmosphere - RFTC Lyrics
You Got A Bag Full Of Paint, A Head Full Of BrainNo Snow, No Rain, Ain't Got No ComplaintLike You High On That Cry Long Running Through Your VeinsYou Look Like A War Vet Starin At Them TrainsIt's Like You Zen The ***** OutSittin In The Bushes, Letting All The Bugs OutOne Smoke One Beer, When The Coast Is Clear You Disappear Until Your Zone Stoned On The FearLookin At Scarred Box CarsFocusing And Notice One Of The Ones Most FitIts Like That One There, Has Got Your Name All Over ItSo That One There, Is Getting Your Name All Over ItPull A Can Of Sky Blue For The OutlineSky For The Limits, Blue For The Down TimeNerves At Blast, Disturbin The Masses Of Rats With These Thin Tips And Fat CapsThinking Bout Your Little Brother, Cause He Been Tryin Hit The Yard With You All SummerIt's A Good Thing That You Didn't Bring Him AlongCause That's When You Saw The Flashlights Singing This Song Like[chorus 2x]Run, Run, Run These YardsRun, Run, Run Don't Get CaughtRun, Run, Run Every Piece UnderstoodIt Wasn't Fast Enough, A Simple CatchCornered In The Parking Lot Hidin In The TrashYou Heard The Footsteps, Heart Beatin HardAre You Gonna Have To Fight With A Trainyard Guard?You Stepped Out On Some, Yup Let's Start ThisPuffin Out Your Chest Like You Wasn't In The GarbageAnd That's When The Universe StoppedCause Your Looking Straight At A Uniformed OfficerWhat You Think, Should You Run, RunAnd Take A Chance At Getting Some From His Stunt GunThat Ain't One On One, Plus He Look Kinda YoungThe Type That Might Beat Your Ass Just For Fun, HuhSo Tell Me What The ***** Are You Supposed To DoAlready Thinking About The Cuffs Holdin YouAlready Got A Few Cases Over YouBut Then The Police Man Says, No It's CoolWhat, Where's The Punch Line, Can't Call ItToo Many Paint Fumes, Musta Lost ItHe Handed You Your Bag And Said Here, I Think You Dropped ThisCause This Cop Grew Up On Hip Hop[chorus 2x]
