Atlas

[Refrain 1] Atlas said he's dropping the world tonight Think we deserve a couple of days People wanting diamonds and pearls in life I guess he couldn't handle the weight Who do you run to when the world beneath is gone? Cause there's plenty good homes for the wicked here And money does grow on trees And the people looking up for the answers here When the truth is lying at your feet All that's here is you and me [Verse 1] Michelangelo did the Sistine 2Pac is living down in South Jamaica When I'm gone I know you gon miss me They like how you gon say that for you even make it How you gon dream so fuckin big Who you the fuckin savior You need a lover or a hater either one could tame ya You need some hard time in a school You need some pharmaceuticals You need somebody who ain't you to come swoop and save ya I need that fuckin bass up I need that James Blake up I'm out here singing like a rooster I hope someone wakes up I need some earmuffs when I hear you say go get that paper I'ma get it anyway but I ain't tryna hear that I don't do them cliches I don't do them replays We don't do what you do Cause you follow with we say [Refrain 2] Atlas said he's dropping the world tonight Think we deserve a couple of days People wanting diamonds and pearls in life I guess he couldn't handle the weight Who do you run to when the world beneath is gone? Cause there's plenty good homes for the wicked here And money does grow on trees And the people looking up for the answers here When the truth is lying at your feet But as soon as that sky has fallen I'll be the first to drop down to my knees And see if there's something more than you and me [Verse 2] There's people running to they loved ones The freeways packed with empty cars There's people crying in the churches But they ain't as crowded as the bars I found my hope inside this music shit I'm on a hill just writing bars I think it's crazy I'm not losing it I ain't look once up at the stars Have no fear, no fear Still here, still here No fear, no fear Still here, still here (x3) [Verse 3 (rapped)] Dear God we're full of size Give us another sun Maybe we'll hear it over all these drunken lullabies I burned my cash this morning Nothing but rap this morning I even posted on the 'gram so I can act important No one left to honor us Can't check who the designer was Looking cold as hell but all that ice is shinning, blinding us We the ones that lie to us The shallow man is gone Say he was draped up in Versace when that nigga died alone