Testo RFTC - Atmosphere
Testo della canzone RFTC (Atmosphere), tratta dall'album Sad Clown Bad Year (#9-#12 Collection)
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 limits, 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, must've 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)
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Davis, Sean Daley
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