Atmosphere

Atmosphere - Not Another Day lyrics

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[Verse 1]

Caught the bus at 5:06

That's in the AM for all you little trust fund kids

And it's a forty-five minute trip

If she ain't in by six, she'll catch another pink slip

And that's three and that means fired

The coffee thermos in the purse to help her keep wired

The day-care where she drops the baby off

Thank god it's on the same block as the bus stop

By 5:30, she's halfway there

And her back already hurts from the bus' plastic chair

Live to work to live to work to live

Gotta feed the kid and give it all she's got to give

Plus she tryna catch a little overtime

If she stays till four she could be home by five

Shuts her eyes for the rest of the route

And keeps her headphones loud to drown everything out

But the same old song...



[Hook]

"Whoa... whoa, not another day!"

Not another day of the same old song

"Whoa... whoa, not another day!"

Not another day of the same old song



[Verse 2]

Seemed like nobody even knew his name, huh

If he disappeared would they even see the blank spot?

The only kids who might notice are the ones who

Push him up and down the hallways and in the lunchrooms

Sometimes he looks at his bruises and wants to come to school with

A gun like them kids on the news did

But nah man they don't deserve to die

He's the type that couldn't even murder a fly

I guess you get used to the life

Maybe that's why he refuses to cry

Takes it on the chin, takes it in stride

What doesn't break you just makes you stronger right?

So he sits by himself on the school bus

Hoping that today he wouldn't have to put his dupes up

But just like any other, here they come

To fuck with his comfort, can't wait for summer

It's the same old song...



[Hook]



[Verse 3]

C'mon, woke up at the taste of dawn

When the city's bloodline starts to push it along

The generators on those public buses

Is enough to bust you out of any dream that you stuck in

I guess that's the chance you taking

When you camp out in front of that transfer station

And this town got no answers to chase

That's why he always sleeps near the transportation

Panhandle it, transient freedom

Transplant, he ain't from this region

And when the wind starts to whisper its lips

He knows enough to pack it up and dip out before the winter hits

Childhood dreams washed down the gutter

Both parents gone, no sisters, no brothers

Weak memories, strong paranoia

While the same song repeats in his head

Over and over and over and over it goes...



[Hook X2]




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