Atmosphere - The World Might Not Live Through The Night Lyrics




[Verse 1:]
You better dead those tears, uh, they say the end is near
And I doubt that they were talking about this can of beer
Get on the purple motorcycle and ride
We're still trying to party like it's 1999
Times out of ten
We're all looking at our fate like a date and we hoping that she brought a friend
Lean on the same crutches
Like a new gameplan ain't nothing to fuck with
Pass the judgement upon the left hand side
Splash in the flood like you'll never get dry
Run like the blood from a dead man's pride
Everybody bets with their life
And lately I feel like the meal got tasty
Trying to look at what the cook's putting in the gravy
I know I'm not crazy, I just got so much soul the devil hates me

[Hook:]
Sing a song we will recite
Worked so long to build your life
But it could feel so wrong to feel alright
When the world might not live through the night x2

[Verse 2:]
We're supposed to live in fear
Otherwise mama might see you in some prison gear
Gotta be a model civilian
And get your name printed on a bottle full of pills and
Spill your guts into a dixie cup
Give no fucks, kiss no butts
So edgy, such a rebel
Low levy, another level
But everybody want the same thing, we all want the same things
We all wanna chase dreams
Celebrate trying to maintain with a little more time to appreciate this painting
Now pretend you're not alone
And put your hands up in the air like a drone
Yeah, now hold 'em over your head like your home got invaded by the FEDs

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Apocalyptic, little predictable
Oppurtunity, hypocritical
I got a wristband, give me access
We gonna party 'til they bomb Minneapolis
And we'll admit that it's not that complex
Just a big popularity contest
Working with the same tools ever since grade school
Now say a prayer for the pimp and pump the keg, dude
And if you try you could get so high
Convinced you could kiss the sky
And that seem better than trying to be a better friend
Hold your breath in and dive into the decadence
I'm lucky I'm alive just to represent
And document my life in the present tense
So I'ma keep talking shit until mama nature kicks us off the tit

[Hook]





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Atmosphere The World Might Not Live Through The Night Comments
  1. 신명철

    한국팬 손

  2. Al Palace

    still got it

    Mr. Mister

    Never lost it

  3. Aaron Frazier

    Give no fucks, kiss no butts

  4. Thedude2283

    You better dead those tears, uh, they say the end is near
    And I doubt that they were talking about this can of beer
    Get on the purple motorcycle and ride
    We're still trying to party like it's 1999
    Times out of ten
    We're all looking at our fate like a date and we hoping that she brought a friend
    Lean on the same crutches
    Like a new gameplan ain't nothing to fuck with
    Pass the judgement upon the left hand side
    Splash in the flood like you'll never get dry
    Run like the blood from a dead man's pride
    Everybody bets with their life
    And lately I feel like the meal got tasty
    Trying to look at what the cook's putting in the gravy
    I know I'm not crazy, I just got so much soul the devil hates me

    [Hook:]
    Sing a song we will recite
    Worked so long to build your life
    But it could feel so wrong to feel alright
    When the world might not live through the night x2

    [Verse 2:]
    We're supposed to live in fear
    Otherwise mama might see you in some prison gear
    Gotta be a model civilian
    And get your name printed on a bottle full of pills and
    Spill your guts into a dixie cup
    Give no fucks, kiss no butts
    So edgy, such a rebel
    Low levy, another level
    But everybody want the same thing, we all want the same things
    We all wanna chase dreams
    Celebrate trying to maintain with a little more time to appreciate this painting
    Now pretend you're not alone
    And put your hands up in the air like a drone
    Yeah, now hold 'em over your head like your home got invaded by the FEDs

    [Hook]

    [Verse 3:]
    Apocalyptic, little predictable
    Oppurtunity, hypocritical
    I got a wristband, give me access
    We gonna party 'til they bomb Minneapolis
    And we'll admit that it's not that complex
    Just a big popularity contest
    Working with the same tools ever since grade school
    Now say a prayer for the pimp and pump the keg, dude
    And if you try you could get so high
    Convinced you could kiss the sky
    And that seem better than trying to be a better friend
    Hold your breath in and dive into the decadence
    I'm lucky I'm alive just to represent
    And document my life in the present tense
    So I'ma keep talking shit until mama nature kicks us off the tit