Virgo - Atmosphere

[00:00.0]Virgo (Explicit) - Atmosphere
[00:45.79]I pledge allegiance to myself
[00:48.22]Food shelter and health
[00:49.77]Let me find a beach full of seashells to sell
[00:52.24]Put your oxygen mask on first before you offer me help
[00:56.26]I've got receipts made of scar tissue
[00:58.36]Got the vision of somebody going fishing in the dark
[01:00.96]When I start up the motor
[01:02.71]It still turns over
[01:04.07]But nowadays a little bit slower
[01:07.06]Never been afraid of getting older
[01:09.65]I'm much more nervous about these public servants
[01:12.63]Kill the lights and shut the curtains
[01:15.41]You ain't a real lion if you love the circus
[01:18.21]Looking at myself like
[01:19.69]What's the purpose
[01:21.34]That's when I started to hallucinate
[01:23.479996]Tryna touch the surface and recuperate
[01:25.81]You should've seen the look on my face
[01:27.69]When I was losing my faith
[01:29.1]Y'all got me feeling hesitation embarrassment
[01:32.240005]I might be the last generation of grandparents
[01:35.03]I know that I've been fortunate for all the opportunities
[01:37.9]Disproportionately disappointed in the human beings
[01:41.08]I get it we're specks of dust
[01:43.19]At the bus stop busking for extra crust
[01:45.79]Like f**k it
[01:46.53]You can sacrifice me to the weather
[01:48.759995]If you promise that you'll let my songs live forever
[02:36.89]You lookin' for a bag of tricks
[02:39.41]But my love is like a stack of bricks
[02:41.8]Cobblestones and untreated lumber
[02:44.59]I'm a father of fists strength in numbers
[02:47.81]And when they come for my box of dreams
[02:50.2]I'm a finally depart from this toxic scene
[02:53.3]No posturing just lots of self esteem
[02:56.35]Got you feeling like the popular queen
[02:58.86]This ain't magic
[03:00.37]This is fabric
[03:01.62]And it's the type that never requires patches
[03:04.55]And it's the fire that illustrates with ashes
[03:07.24]It's our life
[03:08.35]It's nothing we can't manage
[03:09.89]Lower the arrow and take a breath
[03:12.07]I won't waste ammo aiming at the angel of death
[03:14.86]I might've already left
[03:16.54001]But they hear me still
[03:17.91]With my pale knuckle grip on the steering wheel