Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Aspiring Sociopath, artist - ATMOSPHERE. Album song Lucy Ford: The Atmosphere EP's, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.01.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Aspiring Sociopath |
7:30 AM, Alerted to life by a song on the radio |
The evening is over |
Another morning, another opportunity |
To do something progressive prove that he’s worthy |
Up and out the door by 9 O’clock |
The sun is shining up and down the block |
There’s children in the corner waiting for a bus |
That will take them to school and exploit their trust |
He starts the car, sparks with one crank |
It’s those good ol' fashioned American mechanics |
And even though he’d rather own a new import |
It’s dependible and more important its all he can afford |
Stops by the coffee shop to pick up some smokes and a cup of Joe |
Back into the Ford with the windows rolled up |
So when the radio rocks he can sing along freely |
With the lights out it’s less dangerous |
At the top of his lungs the words burst through shameless |
Pushing that dream, trying to beat the time |
Oh well whatever nevermind |
Nothing else matters when your knifing through traffic |
Wishing it was a stickshift, it’s an automatic |
Listening to the road, voice of the nomad |
How he’d love to leave drive away never go back |
Wheels keep on turning, turning turning and turning |
Alone is when he finally feels like a person |
Light another Nat Sherman |
Crack the window, feel the wind blow |
Serenity tenfold |
God bless whoever invented sunglasses |
And while your at save the saints that work the fast food drive throughs |
Objects are closer than they appear |
Cuz when your by yourself there ain’t one else to lie to |
Talk radio gets a lot of play in his vehicle |
It teaches him topics to dicuss with real people |
So when he stops to get gas or hit that coffee shop |
His neurotic ass can act like he knows a whole lot |
Pour some sugar on me, my counterfeit personality |
He’s a loner dottie, he’s a rebel |
He’s gonna drive the escort to the middle of that meadow |
Thinking about how he can leave this city |
Fill the tank and towards the water he’ll flee or, |
Maybe he should just go get a picture at the CC |
And find a stool at the bar where he can stare at the TV |
Either way tomorrow will be just like today |
And that’s all it takes to make the change |
He loves to drive more than he loves being alive |
And this town doesn’t even know his real name |
It goes bye bye Miss American Pie |
Drove the Ford to the border to disturb the order |
If only that he’d know that he wouldn’t be missed |
Maybe then he could have grown to exist |