| Blaring outta the clock I inherited from pops
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| After snooze is hit twice or trice
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| I climb off of this madras to go find my life
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| Where’s my wifey at? |
| Wait, that’s right
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| She slept at her sister’s, 'cause we had a fight last night
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| Looks like one of her cat’s got sick
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| That’s either vomit or shit, right next to the fridge
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| There’s no coffee left, just tea, green
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| Did my best to try to make believe that it was caffeine
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| After a minute, I had a cold shower
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| And oh, I was pissed off at no hot water
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| Hello landlord as I get dressed
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| Expressed my stress in the message that I left
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| So when you get a chance, please call me
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| Gotta go, just found cat shit in the clean laundry
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| And yesterday’s pants is the option
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| There’s already money in the front pocket
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| No snow yet, but it’s still freezing
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| So I throw on a coat with a hoodie underneath it
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| Ignore all the bills on the table
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| 'Cause I don’t love 'em — fuck 'em, who told them I was faithful
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| Shoes, keys, wallet and my temper
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| Out the front door into a cold November
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| Now wait a minute, look who got a parking ticket
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| I live here, why I need a fucking permit?
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| I guess underground rap has its perks
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| 'Cause all of the sudden the speakers don’t wanna work
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| Stereo is dead, no lights, no features
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| And hold up, the heater ain’t on either
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| It must be a fuse, at least it starts
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| I dip to the shop that sells the car parts
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| And the cashier is like, man I don’t know shit
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| But you ain’t gonna treat me like I don’t know shit
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| Bob, that’s your job Bob, do your job Bob
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| Sell me a fuse and point me to the door knob
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| Installed the fuse and let the heater blow
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| Music comes on, thermometer is three below
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| Son’s mom calls, I answer it on speaker phone
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| At same damn time, someone backs into my vehicle
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| Turn the auto-pilot on man
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| I just wanted to go to the studio to write a song man
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| Meltdown now, might as well? |
| blank out?
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| ?Shine'll come back? |
| once we pull up to Ant’s house
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| That’s the place I bury, all of the weight I carry
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| Southside basement, that’s like my sanctuary
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| I love life — that’s what this one’s about
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| So go ahead and hit record and? |
| let? |
| the sun come out, now |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Makes The Sun Come Out , by - ATMOSPHERE. Song from the album Sad Clown Bad Year, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп