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atlas

isn't here

 

isn't here


If you don't mind, we'd like to play something for ya. 1-2-3-4

Came a long way from Guitar Hero mics
I was growing up alone trying hard to decipher
The meaning alongside walking through life
With my hands on my head and my heart in a vice
Or something crushing
I've been on the up and up and up again
Haunting something I don't know the name of through my ugly limbs
I'm wandering wondering where did I go
Wandering wondering where is my ghost
If I died a long time ago where would it go
'Cause I don't feel alive in this world
But I'll cope through drugs and escapism
All that I know, is I don't feel satisfied living alone
I don't feel satisfied being myself
No, I don't feel satisfied going through hell

So I arose in the morning with a true hope in me
Tryna bring change like the new Pope simply
Never understood why my crew coped with me
Until I realized they were all a few clones of me
And that's fine 'long as these rap lines make me
Fun dude to be around they'll still stay, see
Then my fanbase doubled in a month
While I slept all day, catching rest y'all'd say
But, truthfully I was so stupidly sat in a state of anxiety spewing these raps
From my mind to the paper, to you and then back
'Til it no longer sounded like me on the track
When I listen to it, my issues had exited it
Took the express from my brain to the exodus
Traveled for miles on a path through my head
Discovering questions and asking them

When my friends came knocking
I'm in bed
I z-z-z pretend I'm dead
Saying Atlas isn't here he's traversing his regrets
No, Atlas isn't here he's reversing the effects of...
Friends come knocking
I'm in bed
I z-z-z pretend I'm dead
Cause Atlas isn't here he's just searching for his meds
No, Atlas isn't here he's obsessing over death

See the, the moral of the story is I I guess that things are gonna get better, and then they're probably gonna get worse again but, in the long run the better times tend to out-weigh the worse ones. And I'm not a philosopher or, definitely not a genius of any sort. But I am a well spoken rap artist on the internet and from experience I can pretty confidently say that shit's gonna improve somehow so, just, do do what you gotta do I guess you know like... Do what you gotta do. Make yourself happy. As long as it's not illegal. That's a that's a debate for another time whatever, I'm out

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?