Until The Nipple's Gone Lyrics - Atmosphere

Ninety-nine bottles of ink on the wall 

Stare at the stars, blink and they fall 

Stand tall and shrink, small 

Maybe they all fell asleep at the mall 

Y'all not clear what to call a career 

Stop the bus, I'm hopping off here 

Get down, snuck and got near 

Just to watch you drown in them crocodile tears 

Dressed up all black with a clown mask 

Shred the system, sound clash 

Fall back when my feet touch ground 

Hit the Heathrow tarmac like where the pound at? 

Self-service, getting it to go 

A lot of work for a little bit of dough 

Wipe the dirt out the window of the soul 

Fish with my pole from the middle of the snow 

Still running, bound to build something 

Even though we all surrounding by hills crumbling 

Lil young'n, we kill assumption 

Come hit us up, you wanna feel the function? 

We proof of what you could do 

if you would have took the lead to speak truth 

You look cute little sheep in a wolf suit 

Lost on a rook move, shoot 

that sense of direction, misconception 

Get your check and then skip the lesson 

Get paranoid and collect protection 

Get destroyed by the boy just stepped in 

Ain't nobody gon' stay when the stack cracks 

Nowadays they ain't tryna save a rat's ass 

Hit the gas and mash past the trash 

I wouldn't want it any other way and that's that 

On this tit till it's going flat 

When I'm gone you can taste my frozen tracks 

My crew stay deep and we don't relax 

Ain't going to sleep, too old for naps 

They say go to hell if you're tryna fold some cash 

Well ring the bell, there ain't no more class 

Pot or smack, but don't know the facts 

Spot is packed, who owns the map? 

I'm not convinced, y'all overact 

You're on the bench tryna choke the bat 

I headline shows that they hoping that 

I get mine, they can go cloak and dag' 

You had the chance to hold me back 

I still advance, fade slow to black 

Y'all are just ants till it all collapse 

Put both your hands up and throw me claps, c'mon 

Clap, clap, clap, everybody clap 

Clap, clap, clap your hands to what he's doing 

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We get 'em jumping around like a swarm of crickets 

and that's ordinary normal business 

And you trying to ignore the visit 

But your girl's online bout to score some tickets 

I was born a crumb, I'm a poor decision 

I'll die a crumb, I'm sure it's written 

But first I'ma smash over ornaments 

and then bounce 'fore they announce the court's opinion 

We all rapper rappers 

We all wanna capture stature like any of it matters 

Ass backwards and a lack of words 

Only thing that you're killing me with is laughter 

They used to cap and call me a backpacker 

But they was mad I had my mack mastered 

Went up the ladder and I seen the ants 

So now I treat each track like it's the last chapter 

Can't take it for granted, cause when it's done 

I gotta subject my breath to the shit I've run 

Gotta respect the mess I'm sitting on 

So let's get it on until the nipple's gone 

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