Atmosphere

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Arthur's Song

38th street station

Sippin’ on that brown stuff

Got you feeling like you found love

Or maybe it was just luck

But honestly it’s probably none of the above

Train tracks underneath the faceless moon

The paybacks gonna want a statement soon

Been a few years since the last cigarette

But if you put your finger inside the flask, still wet

Stick with the fool like shit to the wool

Gotta get some tools to try to fix these jewels

Cause we don’t need to hear you sing

Of how you spent your time as king

Being mad at everything, huh

And even when we haven’t seen the sun for days

I keep squint like it’s shining right up in my face

Everyones a critic of the minutes I waste

Got me waiting in a line, got me running in place

I don’t really know what to tell ya

Say I spent too much time in the cellar

I’ve experienced a life full of accidents

Tryna write it all down before it vanishes

Wanna remember every adventure

But a percentage of ‘em only exist in the abyss

Spin ‘em around like a popular record

My head feels lighter than the fuzz on a feather

I try to put the shapes in order

But in case I get cornered

I'mma sharpen up the darts

I truly hold sorrow in my heart

For every heart that never got carved into the bark

I wish that everyone could leave a mark

But every part wasn’t meant to be a piece of art

You either carpe diem or fade away into the dark

While everybody else watches waiting for the stop to start

With all due respect to my liver

We tryna get as high as the little dipper

Got love for my people that survive the blizzard

But it’s a flood of liquor on my side of the river

We face pain with pain

Everybody's the same

Waiting caught in the rain

I guess that’s why I write about it

It help me wrap my head around it

No matter what the worlds tryna take from you

No matter what the world’s tryna make you prove

No matter what the world’s tryna say to you

You gotta write your way through