Atlas - Luke Christopher

Atlas said he’s dropping the world tonight

Think we deserve a couple of days

People wanting diamonds and pearls in life

I guess he couldn’t handle the weight

Who do you run to when the world beneath is gone?

'Cause there’s plenty good homes for the wicked here

And money does grow on trees

And the people looking up for the answers here

When the truth is lying at your feet

All that’s here is you and me

Michelangelo did the Sistine

2Pac is living down in South Jamaica

When I’m gone, I know you gon' miss me

They like how you gon' say that, 'for you even make it

How you gon' dream so fuckin big?

Who’re you?

The fuckin' savior!

You need a lover or a hater, either one could tame ya

You need some hard time in a school

You need some pharmaceuticals

You need somebody who ain’t you to come swoop and save ya

I need that fuckin bass up

I need that James Blake up

I’m out here singing like a rooster, I hope someone wakes up

I need some earmuffs when I hear you say «Go get that paper»

I’ma get it anyway but I ain’t tryna hear that

I don’t do them cliches

I don’t do them replays

We don’t do what you do

'Cause you follow what we say

Atlas said he’s dropping the world tonight

Think we deserve a couple of days

People wanting diamonds and pearls in life

I guess he couldn’t handle the weight

Who do you run to when the world beneath is gone?

'Cause there’s plenty good homes for the wicked here

And money does grow on trees

And the people looking up for the answers here

When the truth is lying at your feet

But as soon as that sky has fallen

I’ll be the first to drop down to my knees

And see if there’s something more than you and me

There’s people running to they loved ones

The freeways packed with empty cars

There’s people crowding in the churches

But they ain’t as crowded as the bars

I found my hope inside this music shit

I’m on a hill just writing bars

I think it’s crazy I’m not losing it

I ain’t looked once up at the stars

Have no fear, no fear

Still here, still here

No fear, no fear

Still here, still here

Dear God we’re full of size

Give us another sun

Maybe we’ll hear it over all these drunken lullabies

I burned my cash this morning

Nothing but rap this morning

I even posted on the 'gram so I can act important

No one left to honor us

Can’t check who the designer was

Looking cold as hell but all that ice is shining, blinding us

We the ones that lie to us

The shallow man is gone

Say he was draped up in Versace when that nigga died alone