Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fleetwood, artist - ATMOSPHERE.
Date of issue: 07.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fleetwood |
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 rendering 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 waiting 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 |
They follow you and swallow you like a black hole |
Ey, 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 trying to get dope? |
I’m tryna 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, high |
I been around the world and ai-ai-ai |
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 crush, 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 |