Jerome - ATMOSPHERE

I ain’t the one

I never was the one, just another son of a son of a gun

Grandpa had the skin of a drum

Ru-ru-run but you can’t escape what you came from

Bite your tounge, chew blood like it’s gum

Climb aboard the diving board, time gets shorter when a child is born

I’m a quiet storm, but when I’m dry and warm, I take final form until you slice

the chord

And make the line go flat on that life support

I gotta make some space so I can reach these stars

My face looks like an old race car, tryin' to put it together before it came

apart

And when they lay my parts where my name is carved, they should save my heart

in this mason jar

Minnesota, Uber drivers, Google Maps to the universal fibers

You’re nobody 'til you stole some lighters, cat burglar disguised as a nervous

tiger

We’ve been to many places but earth is liver

Save it, give me likes and favorites

Everybody’s famous, I’ma need a lifetime of patience

Remind me what your name is?

You won’t find me in the known locations

I’d rather be alone in my beautiful basement, whoo

This on my list of shit to do, after I pick which whisper to listen to

And you can kiss my ass until your lips are blue, ooh

Or we can fight about it after school

Whatever you have to do, I’m cool

When I leave this Earth, feel the after tremors, might see my curse upon the

back of the mirrors

Graffiti bridge is all tags and stickers, but we are the children of the action

figures

And now we drop like matchsticks, figures

I got too many friends, and I can’t keep up with the trends

And I know that I’m supposed to pretend

Like I’m afraid of the day that it’s all gonna end

Where the hell have you been?

And how did time get spent, huh?

I gotta, gotta stop messin' about

Stick the neck out like you’re stretching it out

The king wears a crown made of clouds

The whole crowd will get loud if you miss this foul

If you don’t mind I’ma go mind my business now, whoo

This on my list of shit to do, after I pick which whisper to listen to

And you can kiss my ass until your lips are blue, ooh

Or we can fight about it after school

But all ya’ll are full of shit, and I’m cool