January On Lake Street Lyrics
| Song | January On Lake Street |
| Artist | Atmosphere |
| Album | Southsiders |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The doors open | |
| My left foot sitting on the driveway | |
| You lookin’ at me sideways | |
| You tryna predict what I might say | |
| But my mind ain’t here now, I’m thinking ‘bout the highway | |
| Gone with the gust | |
| Sing songs for the bombs that fall in the dusk | |
| We all want a little too much | |
| Tryna clutch anything close enough to touch | |
| And if I had the means | |
| I would never be the mascot of y’ll team | |
| Y’ll judging trials | |
| I’m shoveling miles | |
| Wanna go home and try to grow a couple of smiles | |
| So I shift to the capital N | |
| It happened before and it’ll happen again | |
| Roll backwards into the street | |
| Now talk amongst yourselves but try to keep it on beat | |
| I got at least ten minutes to live | |
| You not a thief just simulative | |
| There’s no need to be a difficult finish | |
| You can see you ain’t the only one considering getting it in | |
| Claim that you ain’t afraid to die | |
| Then why are you afraid to fly? | |
| You better face the heights | |
| Get your bravery stripes or get your name denied | |
| Cause you was waiting for a safer ride | |
| God bless I set up the bricks | |
| Step through the mess to erect the kicks | |
| Dreamt that I lept off the edge of the ciff | |
| Came back said the bodies up in heaven were thick | |
| Changing lanes and re-arranging life | |
| I ain’t tryna chase a trail of tail-lights | |
| Manage pain to get the placement right | |
| Stand up straight when you say goodnight | |
| [Instrumental break: 16 bars] | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| And each broken glass shows a different view | |
| I deal the truth y’ll pick and choose | |
| This ain’t a game for you to win or lose | |
| But I, never been in your shoes | |
| But I, never make supper with suckers | |
| It ain’t nothing if it ain’t about hunger | |
| You think you cuttin’ the lumber | |
| And I would love to be a fly on the cupboard | |
| Whenever that bubble ruptures | |
| And even when we save the day | |
| We never do it believing that we don’t make mistakes | |
| You don’t need to recognize my face | |
| I’m trying to fly through time and space | |
| Too late to erase me | |
| With the windows down, January on Lake Street | |
| Poppa got a brand new can of paint | |
| Put your hands in the air like you work at the bank |
| The doors open | |
| My left foot sitting on the driveway | |
| You lookin' at me sideways | |
| You tryna predict what I might say | |
| But my mind ain' t here now, I' m thinking ' bout the highway | |
| Gone with the gust | |
| Sing songs for the bombs that fall in the dusk | |
| We all want a little too much | |
| Tryna clutch anything close enough to touch | |
| And if I had the means | |
| I would never be the mascot of y' ll team | |
| Y' ll judging trials | |
| I' m shoveling miles | |
| Wanna go home and try to grow a couple of smiles | |
| So I shift to the capital N | |
| It happened before and it' ll happen again | |
| Roll backwards into the street | |
| Now talk amongst yourselves but try to keep it on beat | |
| I got at least ten minutes to live | |
| You not a thief just simulative | |
| There' s no need to be a difficult finish | |
| You can see you ain' t the only one considering getting it in | |
| Claim that you ain' t afraid to die | |
| Then why are you afraid to fly? | |
| You better face the heights | |
| Get your bravery stripes or get your name denied | |
| Cause you was waiting for a safer ride | |
| God bless I set up the bricks | |
| Step through the mess to erect the kicks | |
| Dreamt that I lept off the edge of the ciff | |
| Came back said the bodies up in heaven were thick | |
| Changing lanes and rearranging life | |
| I ain' t tryna chase a trail of taillights | |
| Manage pain to get the placement right | |
| Stand up straight when you say goodnight | |
| Instrumental break: 16 bars | |
| Verse 2 | |
| And each broken glass shows a different view | |
| I deal the truth y' ll pick and choose | |
| This ain' t a game for you to win or lose | |
| But I, never been in your shoes | |
| But I, never make supper with suckers | |
| It ain' t nothing if it ain' t about hunger | |
| You think you cuttin' the lumber | |
| And I would love to be a fly on the cupboard | |
| Whenever that bubble ruptures | |
| And even when we save the day | |
| We never do it believing that we don' t make mistakes | |
| You don' t need to recognize my face | |
| I' m trying to fly through time and space | |
| Too late to erase me | |
| With the windows down, January on Lake Street | |
| Poppa got a brand new can of paint | |
| Put your hands in the air like you work at the bank |
| The doors open | |
| My left foot sitting on the driveway | |
| You lookin' at me sideways | |
| You tryna predict what I might say | |
| But my mind ain' t here now, I' m thinking ' bout the highway | |
| Gone with the gust | |
| Sing songs for the bombs that fall in the dusk | |
| We all want a little too much | |
| Tryna clutch anything close enough to touch | |
| And if I had the means | |
| I would never be the mascot of y' ll team | |
| Y' ll judging trials | |
| I' m shoveling miles | |
| Wanna go home and try to grow a couple of smiles | |
| So I shift to the capital N | |
| It happened before and it' ll happen again | |
| Roll backwards into the street | |
| Now talk amongst yourselves but try to keep it on beat | |
| I got at least ten minutes to live | |
| You not a thief just simulative | |
| There' s no need to be a difficult finish | |
| You can see you ain' t the only one considering getting it in | |
| Claim that you ain' t afraid to die | |
| Then why are you afraid to fly? | |
| You better face the heights | |
| Get your bravery stripes or get your name denied | |
| Cause you was waiting for a safer ride | |
| God bless I set up the bricks | |
| Step through the mess to erect the kicks | |
| Dreamt that I lept off the edge of the ciff | |
| Came back said the bodies up in heaven were thick | |
| Changing lanes and rearranging life | |
| I ain' t tryna chase a trail of taillights | |
| Manage pain to get the placement right | |
| Stand up straight when you say goodnight | |
| Instrumental break: 16 bars | |
| Verse 2 | |
| And each broken glass shows a different view | |
| I deal the truth y' ll pick and choose | |
| This ain' t a game for you to win or lose | |
| But I, never been in your shoes | |
| But I, never make supper with suckers | |
| It ain' t nothing if it ain' t about hunger | |
| You think you cuttin' the lumber | |
| And I would love to be a fly on the cupboard | |
| Whenever that bubble ruptures | |
| And even when we save the day | |
| We never do it believing that we don' t make mistakes | |
| You don' t need to recognize my face | |
| I' m trying to fly through time and space | |
| Too late to erase me | |
| With the windows down, January on Lake Street | |
| Poppa got a brand new can of paint | |
| Put your hands in the air like you work at the bank |
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