Makes The Sun Come Out Lyrics - Sad Clown Bad Fall No. 10 - Atmosphere

About noonish, I woke up to the music 

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? 

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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 

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