Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song January On Lake Street, artist - ATMOSPHERE.
Date of issue: 04.05.2014
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
January On Lake Street |
The doors open |
My left foot sitting on the driveway |
You lookin' at me sideways |
You tryna predict what I might say |
But my mind ain’t here now, I’m thinking 'bout the highway |
Gone with the gust |
Sing songs for the bombs that fall in the dusk |
We all want a little too much |
Tryna clutch anything close enough to touch |
And if I had the means |
I would never be the mascot of y’ll team |
Y’ll judging trials |
I’m shoveling miles |
Wanna go home and try to grow a couple of smiles |
So I shift to the capital N It happened before and it’ll happen again |
Roll backwards into the street |
Now talk amongst yourselves but try to keep it on beat |
I got at least ten minutes to live |
You not a thief just simulative |
There’s no need to be a difficult finish |
You can see you ain’t the only one considering getting it in Claim that you ain’t afraid to die |
Then why are you afraid to fly? |
You better face the heights |
Get your bravery stripes or get your name denied |
Cause you was waiting for a safer ride |
God bless I set up the bricks |
Step through the mess didn’t wreck the kicks |
Dreamt that I lept off the edge of the ciff |
Came back said the bodies up in heaven were thick |
Changing lanes and re-arranging life |
I ain’t tryna chase a trail of tail-lights |
Manage pain to get the placement right |
Stand up straight when you say goodnight |
And each broken glass shows a different view |
I deal the truth y’ll pick and choose |
This ain’t a game for you to win or lose |
But I, never been in your shoes |
But I, never make supper with suckers |
It ain’t nothing if it ain’t about hunger |
You think you cuttin' the lumber |
And I would love to be a fly on the cupboard |
Whenever that bubble ruptures |
And even when we save the day |
We never do it believing that we don’t make mistakes |
You don’t need to recognize my face |
I’m trying to fly through time and space |
Too late to erase me With the windows down, January on Lake Street |
Poppa got a brand new can of paint |
Put your hands in the air like you work at the bank |