Atmosphere:Make the Sun Come Out

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“Make the Sun Come Out”
Artist: Atmosphere
Albums: Sad Clown Bad Fall 10 (2007)


Yeah, yeah (repeat)

About noonish, I woke up to the music
Blarin' out of the clock I inherited from Pops
After snooze is hit, twice or thrice
I climb off of this mattress 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 cats 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
Express 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 'em 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, now why I need a fuckin' permit?
I guess underground rap has its perks
Cause all of a sudden the speakers don't wanna work
Stereo is dead, no lights, no features
And hold up (hold up), the heater aint 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 right, man, I don't know shit
But you aint gotta 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 doorknob
Install the fuse and let the heater blow
Music comes on, thermometer says three below
Son's mom calls, I answer it on speakerphone
Same damn time, somebody backs into my vehicle
Turn the autopilot on, man
I just wanted to go to the studio to write a song, man
Meltdown now, might as well blank out
Sean'll come back once we pull up to Ant's house
That's the place I bury all of the weight I carry
South side basement, it's like my sanctuary
I love life, that's what this one's about
So go ahead 'n hit record, just make the sun come out, now