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Sign In Register. Artist: Atmosphere. Album: Leak At Will. C'mon [Slug:] When he was a kid, he was the joker Low potential, straight mediocre Class clown, sneak off out the back door Long hair, leave a grease spot on the black board C'mon honey, take off the bra He's tryna hit a home run in your mom's garage He loved graffiti, it opened him Creeped down an alley with a can of Rust-Oleum Canvas, that flat surface He learned quick to control the nervousness If it ain't building, he burnt the bridge And no, he don't give a damn what the curfew is Chased away all the saving grace While them old folks bitch about the way he's raised Southside Minne-Atmosphere Get you running from the cops just for practice here Well what do you know? He got older Trying to apply what childhood showed him Everybody left out in that cold And try to learn how to manage all the weight on his shoulders We all want the easy life Just a piece of the pie that'll keep us high So turn it up till the speakers cry And don't quit till you reach the sky, c'mon [Slug:] And as an adult, he took a good look Stayed away from the gangs and the crooks Even though he came from the same neighborhood So he fully understood that game textbook Stay original, be individual Push the pedal and never settle for the typical Feed your children, look out for your people Live and let live, and each one teach those Good luck and get a tight defence And I hope you can depend on your higher sense Plant them seeds, let 'em grow for it The follower's felons are fallen soldiers Hey rapper, we know it don't stop But don't forget about the folks on your block Hey dope man, what you doing with the cash crop? Getting fat, fucking up fellow have-nots? Hey preacher, politician Is that the house that you live in? How's the kitchen? Hey policeman, don't bother Even as a kid I only played robbers and robbers Headphone activists, aggressive pacifists I ain't saying that you gotta kill cops Just look at your life, check what it's built off, c'mon. Atmosphere Lyrics provided by SongLyrics.
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When he was a kid he was the joker Low potential, straight mediocre Class clown, sneak off out the back door Long hair leave a grease spot on the black board C'mon honey take off that bra Tryin to hit a homerun in your mom's garage He loved graffiti, it opened him Creeped down the alley with a can of rustoleum Canvas, that flat surface He learned quick to control the nervousness If it aint buildin he burnt the bridge And no he dont give a damn what the curfew is Chased away all the saving grace While them old folks bitch about the way hes raised Southside Minneatmosphere Get ya running from the cops just for practice here Well what do ya know he got older Trying to apply what childhood showed him Everybody left out in that cold To try to learn how to manage all that weight on his shoulders We all want the easy life a piece of the pie that'll keep us high So turn it up til' the speakers cry And don't quit til' you reach the sky, c'mon. And as an adult he took a good look Stayed away from the gangs and the crooks Even though he came from the same neighborhood So he fully understood that gang textbook Stay original be individual Push the pedal and never settle for the typical Feed your children look out for your people Live and let live and each one teach those Good luck get a tight defense And i hope you can depend on your higher sense Blanked emcees let em grow for The followers, felons, the fallen soldiers Hey rapper, we know it don't stop But don't forget about the folks on your block hey dopeman what you doin with the cash crop fuckin up gettin fat, fuckin up fellow have nots hey preacher, politician is that the house you live in how's the kitchen hey policeman dont bother even as a kid i only played robbers and robbers headphone activists aggressive pacifists i aint saying you gotta kill cops just look at your life check what its built off. All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. All lyrics provided for educational purposes only. Join us. Add new song. C'mon lyrics. Correct Report.
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When he was a kid he was the joker Low potential, straight mediocre Class clown, sneak off out the back door Long hair leave a grease spot on the black board C'mon honey take off that bra Tryin to hit a homerun in your mom's garage He loved graffiti, it opened him Creeped down the alley with a can of rustoleum Canvas, that flat surface He learned quick to control the nervousness If it aint buildin he burnt the bridge And no he dont give a damn what the curfew is Chased away all the saving grace While them old folks bitch about the way hes raised Southside Minneatmosphere Get ya running from the cops just for practice here Well what do ya know he got older Trying to apply what childhood showed him Everybody left out in that cold To try to learn how to manage all that weight on his shoulders We all want the easy life a piece of the pie that'll keep us high So turn it up til' the speakers cry And don't quit til' you reach the sky, c'mon. And as an adult he took a good look Stayed away from the gangs and the crooks Even though he came from the same neighborhood So he fully understood that gang textbook Stay original be individual Push the pedal and never settle for the typical Feed your children look out for your people Live and let live and each one teach those Good luck get a tight defense And i hope you can depend on your higher sense Blanked emcees let em grow for The followers, felons, the fallen soldiers Hey rapper, we know it don't stop But don't forget about the folks on your block hey dopeman what you doin with the cash crop fuckin up gettin fat, fuckin up fellow have nots hey preacher, politician is that the house you live in how's the kitchen hey policeman dont bother even as a kid i only played robbers and robbers headphone activists aggressive pacifists i aint saying you gotta kill cops just look at your life check what its built off. Please click here if you are not redirected within a few seconds. Atmosphere - C'mon Lyrics Atmosphere. Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language: C'mon [repeated]. You gotta check out.
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Sign In Register. Artist: Atmosphere. Album: Leak At Will. C'mon [Slug:] When he was a kid, he was the joker Low potential, straight mediocre Class clown, sneak off out the back door Long hair, leave a grease spot on the black board C'mon honey, take off the bra He's tryna hit a home run in your mom's garage He loved graffiti, it opened him Creeped down an alley with a can of Rust-Oleum Canvas, that flat surface He learned quick to control the nervousness If it ain't building, he burnt the bridge And no, he don't give a damn what the curfew is Chased away all the saving grace While them old folks bitch about the way he's raised Southside Minne-Atmosphere Get you running from the cops just for practice here Well what do you know?

He got older Trying to apply what childhood showed him Everybody left out in that cold And try to learn how to manage all the weight on his shoulders We all want the easy life Just a piece of the pie that'll keep us high So turn it up till the speakers cry And don't quit till you reach the sky, c'mon [Slug:] And as an adult, he took a good look Stayed away from the gangs and the crooks Even though he came from the same neighborhood So he fully understood that game textbook Stay original, be individual Push the pedal and never settle for the typical Feed your children, look out for your people Live and let live, and each one teach those Good luck and get a tight defence And I hope you can depend on your higher sense Plant them seeds, let 'em grow for it The follower's felons are fallen soldiers Hey rapper, we know it don't stop But don't forget about the folks on your block Hey dope man, what you doing with the cash crop?

Getting fat, fucking up fellow have-nots? Hey preacher, politician Is that the house that you live in? How's the kitchen? Hey policeman, don't bother Even as a kid I only played robbers and robbers Headphone activists, aggressive pacifists I ain't saying that you gotta kill cops Just look at your life, check what it's built off, c'mon.

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