Rftc Lyrics - Sad Clown Bad Summer Number 9 - Atmosphere

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 cry long running through your veins 

You look like a war vet starin at them trains 

It's like you zen the f**k out 

Sittin in the bushes, letting all the bugs out 

One smoke one beer, when the coast is clear you disappear until 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 

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(Chorus: x2) 

Run, run, run these yards 

Run, run, run don't get caught 

Run, run, run every piece understood 

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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 

Cause your looking straight at a uniformed officer 

What you think, should you run, run 

And take a chance at getting some from his stunt 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 f**k 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 

(Chorus x2)