paroles de chanson Fleetwood - Atmosphere
There′s
no
winners
at
the
ass-kissing
contest
Not
even
the
judge
Identify
the
object,
but
keep
it
in
your
pocket
And
try
to
leave
the
page
before
you
start
to
read
the
comments
I
can't
remember
when
she
wasn′t
asking
what
was
wrong
I'm
not
offended,
I'm
pretending
it′s
just
because
of
the
songs
While
I
was
renderin′
my
life,
y'all
put
the
shuffle
on
It′s
like
I'm
standing
on
the
corner
of
Lyndale
and
Lake
I′m
staring
at
the
shit
displayed
behind
the
windows
and
gates
Patient
waitin'
for
the
bus
to
carry
me
down
the
street
I
feel
like
fuck
you,
January,
got
me
freezing
my
feet
Sleeping
on
the
plane,
tryna
find
time
travel
Like
you
high
enough
to
see
inside
of
the
galaxy′s
asshole
It
follow
you
and
swallow
you
like
a
black
hole
Ayy,
I'm
not
the
same
dude
I
used
to
be,
thankfully
Permanently
angry,
tryna
burn
your
little
angel
wings
My
shit
still
stinks,
nobody's
changing
me
You
tryin′
to
get
dough,
I′m
tryin'
to
take
over
a
bakery
You
kinda
look
like
the
type
that
might
book
flights
When
faced
with
adversity,
the
first
to
be
like,
"Good
night"
Took
a
long
pull,
hype
I
been
around
the
world
and
I-I-I
I
can′t
find
a
sweet
spot
to
squat
and
die-ie-ie
Y'all
be
talking
hella
shit,
I
guess
I
probably
would
as
well
I
walk
like
an
elephant,
shook
the
bell,
you
took
the
L
and
Flipped
it
upside
down
like
a
crutch,
yo
Let
go
of
my
tusk
before
the
mountain
erupts
And
everybody′s
like,
"What?
We
ain't
know
it′s
a
volcano,
fuck"
Fuck
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