| Transmitting live from the cusp of extinction
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| Look you in the eyes like, «Fuck was you thinking?»
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| I’m kinda feeling like there’s nothing left to defend
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| But if we keep it Franklin, that’s just another weekend
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| I guess karma really gives you what you paid for
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| 'Cause AmeriKKKa got blood in her carburetor
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| I’m in the mountains hiding out from the park rangers
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| Something 'bout putting a slug in your heart chamber
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| If I ain’t the one that wrote it, then I quoted it
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| Ipso facto, I overlooked your ownership
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| Kicked that back door to open it, broke it in
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| Hit those bad notes and drove it like I chauffeured it
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| S’posed to get me on a guest list, but I’m skeptical
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| In my profession don’t nobody act professional
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| Decided I’d arrive a little bit ahead of schedule
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| And started up a heavy metal band with the devil, it goes
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| I been working my whole life to touch the ceiling
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| Don’t even know if I’d recognize the feeling
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| But I been working my whole life
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| I been working my whole life to touch the ceiling
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| Don’t even know if I’d recognize the feeling
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| But I been working my whole life
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| And it’s a viking ship, there’s no breakfast
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| And it’s the life we live, it’s so precious, yeah
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| And don’t pretend that you was over our heads if
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| You know you never meant for us to catch those references
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| (Right?) And just so I can understand
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| Nobody in command’ll willingly give up their upper hand
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| Unless suddenly their gun is jammed
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| And you pry it from their motherfucking hands (Right?)
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| And I been working my whole life afraid of the clock
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| And I know that ain’t right 'cause I can’t make it stop
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| Gotta show up and finish the shift
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| The baby told me being present is a gift
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| And maybe that’s why you refuse to fall asleep
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| Probably keep it moving 'til the heart stops respondin' to the beat
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| But my brain’s still self-conscious
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| Like I coulda cut my losses if I would’ve acknowledged I was exhausted
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| 'Cause I been working my whole life to touch the ceiling
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| Don’t even know if I’d recognize the feeling
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| But I been working my whole life
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| I been working my whole life to touch the ceiling
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| Don’t even know if I’d recognize the feeling
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| But I been working my whole life
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| And I dunno if this is how it’s supposed to feel
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| How will I know if this is how it’s supposed to feel?
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| And I dunno if this is how it’s supposed to feel
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| How will I know if this is how it’s supposed to feel?
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| Ey, du?
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| Hvordan kommer du deg ut av buret ditt da?
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| Prøver du å rømme, eller?
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| Ja, hvor er det du skal dra hen da?
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| Du kommer deg ikke noe lengre
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| Det rommet her e’kke noe bedre enn et bur, det er bare større
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| Og ja, jeg vet at du ikke har sett himmelen før
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| Men det der…
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| Det er bare et tak
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| Om du flyr for høyt, så kommer du bare til å skade deg sjøl |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Ceiling , by - ATMOSPHERE. Song from the album Whenever, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп