Atmosphere – Gotta lotta walls

Versuri Atmosphere – Gotta lotta walls lyrics.

Dialed up his homie Murs on the telephone
Gotta talk to somebody who can tell him what the hell is wrong
Brain freezing up, he don’t know what to do
But the people that know him know that it ain’t nothing new
Catch five rings, then an answering machine
Hang up on the beep, stare up towards the ceiling
Stood up to remember that he slept fully-dressed
So he grabbed his keys and put a hat on his rat’s nest
Stepped up to that big outside
Somebody once said “Today’s a good day to die.”
But he never really was a big fan of their work
So he starts up the walk by kicking sand in the dirt
A friend to the strangers, a stranger to friends
He’ll take a coffee and a pack of cigarettes when you have a minute
Handle it. Paid up. The change, you can keep it
He’s a sucker for the morning smile and summer cleavage
If you knew him better he’d ask for some time
Cuz he’s looking for a reservoire to empty his mind
And there’s only so much he can put in a song
Gotta talk to somebody who can tell him what the hell is wrong

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