January On Lake Street Lyrics - Southsiders - Atmosphere

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 

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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 

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