Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crumbs , by - ATMOSPHERE. Release date: 07.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Crumbs |
| I used to follow you before social media |
| Late night through the park, walking home from the bar |
| You can argue that the world got a little bit creepier |
| It’s hard to compare it when you consider how aware we now are |
| Let’s pay these billionaires a visit |
| Split up their worth and spread it out to the women |
| And the children first, share the peanut butter |
| Take the people the power to take better car of each other |
| I wish I was a writer, I shoulda been a cook |
| Apprciate the looks but food and books |
| Been a hustle every year for the prior millennium |
| We’re tryna hit it higher than the lights on a stadium |
| That’s just a simple example of how basic I am |
| I’m not the one that’s got your bubble gum |
| But I got a couple opposable thumbs |
| And this obsessive compulsion to sweep up these crumbs |
| I make beats every day, I get at least two in |
| I smoke weed in every language, speak fluent |
| Find love in it, respect my absence, I be truant |
| Madison square up, beat you in (let's go) |
| Only my doc can see through 'em (x-ray) I been working in the basement |
| Rolling up the Serb to gather word a combinations |
| There’s no trouble that I’m facing so fuck the treble |
| All the base in, alive a spaceship from off the station |
| Without weed there’s no subtlety to my patience |
| Overanxious, same old songs, same story, same roach clip, same old bong |
| I take a pull and think, «Damn, how you remain so long?» |
| I been living on a view, I try to take it all in |
| Living on a prayer too in my city of sin |
| I align with those finish, I’m what I’m looking to accomplish |
| Knocking out the classics, and killing all the constants (one, two) |
| I don’t bother nobody, I just come and go quietly |
| Might show up at a party that no one invited me |
| Used to flow for notoriety my now the dough inspires me |
| Broken economy, sold my soul to propriety |
| Focusing on sobriety, lost hopes to society |
| When them white folks at that Ivy League straight poison ivy |
| They said I was unapproachable, I told 'em, «Don't lie to me» |
| How you 'posed to socialize with me with social anxiety? |
| That’s a personal burden, you gotta master them urges |
| I can’t fathom what it feels like to not have the courage |
| To see a person in person, without acting nervous |
| I’m not your animal service and I’m not Hannibal Buress |
| I’m a man with a purpose, with a handful of percys |
| On demand for the purchase for when the panicking worsens |
| For a buck or two I could make you feel wonderful |
| But it’s not my job to make white people feel comfortable, bro |