Virgo-Atmosphere

[ti:Virgo (Explicit)] [ar:Atmosphere] [al:Mi Vida Local (Explicit)] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Virgo - 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 [01:23.48]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 [01:29.10]Y'all got me feeling hesitation embarrassment [01:32.24]I might be the last generation of grandparents [01:35.03]I know that I've been fortunate for all the opportunities [01:37.90]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 [01:48.76]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 [02:41.80]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 [02:50.20]I'm a finally depart from this toxic scene [02:53.30]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 [03:16.54]But they hear me still [03:17.91]With my pale knuckle grip on the steering wheel