Текст (слова) песни: Atmosphere - Always Coming Back Home to You

 
To all my killers and my hundred dollar billers 
To emo kids that got too many feelings 
 
He held the register open while he counted her change 
I was next in line which meant I was invisible 
From where I stood I could see that the till was full 
He didn`t look the type to play superhero 
So I stepped forth and paid for my cigarettes 
Crept out the stores front door to chase a little breath 
Fangles in my head, shake the song off 
Another manic Monday night, its gonna be a long walk 
 
A car pulled up, a fixed up cutlass 
A woman and a child climbed out and left it running 
They went inside of the deli, placed an order 
With the extra dollar fifty bottled water cuz the daughters picky 
When they came out mommy gave me a glance 
That said man can love an angel but he`s got to take the chance 
Already knew the deal, I lit one up and walk 
So they got back in the oldsmobile, belted up, and took off 
 
Thug love on the corner by the walgreens 
Lookin at me like I`m just another square saltine 
As I get closer I notice that they showin each other sketches 
Out of their notebooks, reminded me of my old roots 
 
I walk pass with a nod and a reminisce 
Swear to god hip hop and comic books was my genesis 
Respect the life and the fashions of the children 
It`s the only culture I`ve got, exactly what we`ve been buildin 
 
All of a sudden I`m in front of some man 
No he`s a youngin but he`s got a gun in his hand 
He looks fifteen, he looks frantic, no he looks afraid 
Immediately apprehensive til I heard him say 
“Do you want this It`s not mine I promise 
I found it on my block in between a couple garages 
Didn`t wanna leave it for a child to stumble over 
I don`t even know how to hold it.” 
 
It was a thirty eight, the poor mans machete 
Held it in my hand, thinking damn man it`s heavier then expected, 
wedged it behind my belt buckle 
knowin that its evil, even thought that I could smell trouble 
the extra strength felt weak, 
but over there on the corner saw what I needed and proceeded to cross the 
street 
put the heat in the mail box to loose it 
figured that the post office knows whats best to do with it 
 
Mosey down the road thinkin` bout the old 
I use to roam this zone with two feet of snow 
Right here, this use to be a record shop 
I`ve gotten love, I`ve gotten drunk, I`ve gotten beat up in that parking lot 
I`ve had my lake street pride for three decades 
These alleyways, and these streetlights have seen my best days 
Before I was a germ learnin how to misbehave, 
All the way to the grave, south side is my resting place 
 
Took a right on Lindale I`m getting near 
But then the road became empty and the people disappear`d 
The clowds ran away, opened up the sky 
And one by one I watched every constellation die 
And there I was frozen, standin in my backyard 
Face to face, eye to eye, starin at the last star 
I should`ve known, walked all the way home 
To find that she wasn`t here, I`m still all alone 
 
No matter where I am, no matter what I do 
I`m always coming back home to you 
They can leave me for dead they can take away my true 
I`m always coming back home to you 
Through the lies and the sins that ride the wind that blew 
I`m always coming back home to you 
As sure as the life in the garden that you grew 
I`m always coming back home to you 
No matter where I am, no matter what I do 
I`m always coming back home to you 
If only I had known what you already knew 
I`m always coming back home to you 
From the heaven I`ve had to the hell I been through 
I`m always coming back home to you 
I`m always coming back home to you
 

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