Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song RFTC, 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
RFTC |
You got a bag full of paint, a head full of brain |
No snow, no rain, ain’t got no complaint |
Like you high on that Krylon running through your veins |
You look like a war vet starin at them trains |
It’s like you zen the fuck out |
Sittin in the bushes, letting all the bugs out |
One smoke one beer, when the coast is clear |
You disappear into your zone stoned on the fear |
Lookin at scarred box cars |
Focusing and notice one of the ones most fit |
Its like that one there, has got your name all over it |
So that one there, is getting your name all over it |
Pull a can of sky blue for the outline |
Sky for the limits, blue for the down time |
Nerves at blast, disturbin the masses of rats with these thin tips and fat caps |
Thinking bout your little brother, cause he been tryin hit the yard with you |
all summer |
It’s a good thing that you didn’t bring him along |
Cause that’s when you saw the flashlights singing this song like |
Run, run, run these yards |
Run, run, don’t get caught |
Run, run, every piece understood |
Run, run, run these yards |
Run, run, don’t get caught |
Run, run, every piece understood |
It wasn’t fast enough, a simple catch |
Cornered in the parking lot hidin in the trash |
You heard the footsteps, heart beatin hard |
Are you gonna have to fight with a trainyard guard? |
You stepped out on some, yup let’s start this |
Puffin out your chest like you wasn’t in the garbage |
And that’s when the universe stopped for you |
Now your looking straight at a uniformed officer |
What you think, should you run, run |
And take a chance at getting some from his stun gun |
That ain’t one on one, plus he look kinda young |
The type that might beat your ass just for fun, huh |
So tell me what the fuck are you supposed to do |
Already thinking about the cuffs holdin you |
Already got a few cases over you |
But then the police man says, no it’s cool |
What, where’s the punch line, can’t call it |
Too many paint fumes, musta lost it |
He handed you your bag and said here, I think you dropped this |
Cause this cop grew up on hip hop |
Run, run, run these yards |
Run, run, don’t get caught |
Run, run, every piece understood |
Run, run, run these yards |
Run, run, don’t get caught |
Run, run, every piece understood |
Now do your thing and make the neighborhood look good |