Atmosphere Not Another Day Lyrics

Caught the bus at 5:06
That's in the am for all you little trust fund kids
And it's a 45 minute trip if she ain't in by 6
She'll catch another pink slip
And that's three, and that means fired
A coffee thermos in the purse to help her keep wired
The daycare where she drops the baby off
Thank God its on the same block as the bus stop
By 5:30 she's halfway there
And her back already hurts from the bus's plastic chair
Live to work to live to work to live
Gotta feed the kid and give it all she's got to give
Plus tryna catch a little overtime
If she stays til four, she could be home by five
Shuts her eyes for the rest of the route
And keeps her headphones loud
To drown everything out
But the same old song

[Chorus]
Ooooh, not another day
Not another day of the same old song
Ooooh, not another day
Not another day of the same old song

Seem like nobody even knew his name huh
If he disappeared would they even see the blank spot
The only kids that might notice are the ones who
Push him up and down the hallways and in the lunch rooms
Sometimes he looks at his bruises
And wants to come to school with a gun like the kids on the news did
But nah, man, they don't deserve to die
He's the type who couldn't even murder a fly
I guess you get used to the life
Maybe that's why he refuses to cry
Takes it on the chin
Takes it in stride
What doesn't break you just makes you stronger right?
So he sits by himself on the school bus
Hoping that today he wouldn't have to put his dukes up
But just like any other here they come
To f___ with his comfort, can't wait for summer
It's the same old song

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Woke up at the taste of dawn
When the cities bloodline starts to push it along
The generators on those public buses
Is enough to bust you outta any dream that you stuck in
I guess that's the chance you takin
When you camp out in front of that transfer station
And this town got no answers to chase
That's why he always sleeps near the transportation
Panhandling, transient, freedom
Transplant, he ain't from this region
And when the wind starts to whisper its lips
He knows enough to pack it up and dip out before the winter hits
Childhood dreams washed out the gutter
Both parents gone, no sisters no brothers
Weak memories strong paranoia
While the same song repeats in his head
Over and over and over and over

It goes

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