Atmosphere - Fleetwood lyrics

[Verse 1] There's no winners at the ass-kissing contest Not even the judge Identify the object, but keep it in your pocket And try to leave the page before you start to read the comments I can't remember when she wasn't asking what was wrong I'm not offended, I'm pretending it's just because of the songs While I was renderin' my life, y'all put the shuffle on [Verse 2] It's like I'm standing on the corner of Lyndale and Lake I'm staring at the sh*t displayed behind the windows and gates Patient waitin' for the bus to carry me down the street I feel like fu*k you, January, got me freezing my feet Sleeping on the plane, tryna find time travel Like you high enough to see inside of the galaxy's a**hole It follow you and swallow you like a black hole [Verse 3] Ayy, I'm not the same dude I used to be, thankfully Permanently angry, tryna burn your little angel wings My sh*t still stinks, nobody's changing me You tryin' to get dough, I'm tryin' to take over a bakery You kinda look like the type that might book flights When faced with adversity, the first to be like, "Good night" Took a long pull, hype [Verse 4] I been around the world and I-I-I I can't find a sweet spot to squat and die-ie-ie Y'all be talking hella sh*t, I guess I probably would as well I walk like an elephant, shook the bell, you took the L and Flipped it upside down like a crutch, yo Let go of my tusk before the mountain erupts And everybody's like, "What? We ain't know it's a volcano, fu*k" [Outro] fu*k