Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Makes The Sun Come Out, artist - ATMOSPHERE. Album song Sad Clown Bad Year, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Makes The Sun Come Out |
Blaring outta the clock I inherited from pops |
After snooze is hit twice or trice |
I climb off of this madras to go find my life |
Where’s my wifey at? |
Wait, that’s right |
She slept at her sister’s, 'cause we had a fight last night |
Looks like one of her cat’s got sick |
That’s either vomit or shit, right next to the fridge |
There’s no coffee left, just tea, green |
Did my best to try to make believe that it was caffeine |
After a minute, I had a cold shower |
And oh, I was pissed off at no hot water |
Hello landlord as I get dressed |
Expressed my stress in the message that I left |
So when you get a chance, please call me |
Gotta go, just found cat shit in the clean laundry |
And yesterday’s pants is the option |
There’s already money in the front pocket |
No snow yet, but it’s still freezing |
So I throw on a coat with a hoodie underneath it |
Ignore all the bills on the table |
'Cause I don’t love 'em — fuck 'em, who told them I was faithful |
Shoes, keys, wallet and my temper |
Out the front door into a cold November |
Now wait a minute, look who got a parking ticket |
I live here, why I need a fucking permit? |
I guess underground rap has its perks |
'Cause all of the sudden the speakers don’t wanna work |
Stereo is dead, no lights, no features |
And hold up, the heater ain’t on either |
It must be a fuse, at least it starts |
I dip to the shop that sells the car parts |
And the cashier is like, man I don’t know shit |
But you ain’t gonna treat me like I don’t know shit |
Bob, that’s your job Bob, do your job Bob |
Sell me a fuse and point me to the door knob |
Installed the fuse and let the heater blow |
Music comes on, thermometer is three below |
Son’s mom calls, I answer it on speaker phone |
At same damn time, someone backs into my vehicle |
Turn the auto-pilot on man |
I just wanted to go to the studio to write a song man |
Meltdown now, might as well? |
blank out? |
?Shine'll come back? |
once we pull up to Ant’s house |
That’s the place I bury, all of the weight I carry |
Southside basement, that’s like my sanctuary |
I love life — that’s what this one’s about |
So go ahead and hit record and? |
let? |
the sun come out, now |