Atmosphere - Delicate lyrics

[Verse] That little kid in the window’s looking out at the winter like: “This whole world is mine if I can get this b**h to shine” There’s no kind of friction to find ‘Cause ain’t nobody runnin’ towards the same finish line Looking at the dirty snow in the street make you believe Everybody must’ve just adjusted to the grief Choose what you use to motivate yourself You can either hate me or you can hate yourself Can’t trust your fears You spent a whole bunch of years being judged by peers All you wanted was to touch my ears And get inside of my head like: “What the f**’s in here?” Had to take space from the hazardous waste Save the rags for acid rain flashbacks If it can wash off that awful toxic aftertaste Maybe that can replace all your trash bags Baby, I don’t know, but you’re obviously feeling yourself And that’s a beautiful thing, I hope you’re real with yourself ‘Cause all we got is ourselves and these mouths to feed And those keys on your belt that held you down on your knees Whatever dawg, I’m not the underdog I’m just a side effect of following my thumbs through the fog I’m outta here, all apologies to your kids Your whole forest on fire, hollerin’ ’bout the bridge And everybody tryna do they best But everybody’s best didn’t take the same piss test I guess I should expect resentment affects perspective and context And you’ve perfected your bomb threats Yeah, we get high and we gon’ die But either way, those leaves don’t lie And as the seasons go by, more friends say bye Less luggage makes it easier to fly [Chorus] And when the trees turn to skeletons, listen You can hear the bones rattle in the wind It’s a delicate condition Everything’s gotta go if you wanna know what’s underneath the skin We all have the capacity to take it there But if I’m gonna use gravity to take it there That’s a delicate condition, I’m not in the position To tell how you livin’ And when the trees turn to skeletons, listen You can hear the bones rattle in the wind It’s a delicate condition Everything’s gotta go if you wanna know what’s underneath the skin We all have the capacity to take it there But if I’m gonna use gravity to take it there That’s a delicate condition, I’m not in the position To tell how you livin’ And when the trees turn to skeletons You can hear the bones rattle in the wind It’s a delicate condition