Arthur's Song Lyrics
| Song | Arthur's Song |
| Artist | Atmosphere |
| Album | Southsiders |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Or maybe it was just luck | |
| But honestly it’s probably none of the above | |
| Train tracks underneath the faceless moon | |
| The paybacks gonna want a statement soon | |
| But if you put your finger inside the flask, still wet | |
| Stick with the fool like shit to the wool | |
| Gotta get some tools to try to fix these jewels | |
| Cause we don’t need to hear you sing | |
| Of how you spent your time as king | |
| Being mad at everything, huh | |
| I keep squint like it’s shining right up in my face | |
| Everyones a critic of the minutes I waste | |
| Got me waiting in a line, got me running in place | |
| Say I spent too much time in the cellar | |
| Tryna write it all down before it vanishes | |
| Wanna remember every adventure | |
| But a percentage of ‘em only exist in the abyss | |
| My head feels lighter than the fuzz on a feather | |
| I try to put the shapes in order | |
| I'mma sharpen up the darts | |
| I truly hold sorrow in my heart | |
| For every heart that never got carved into the bark | |
| I wish that everyone could leave a mark | |
| But every part wasn’t meant to be a piece of art | |
| You either carpe diem or fade away into the dark | |
| While everybody else watches waiting for the stop to start | |
| Got love for my people that survive the blizzard | |
| But it’s a flood of liquor | |
| on | |
| Everybody's the same | |
| Waiting caught in the rain | |
| It help me wrap my head around it | |
| No matter what the worlds tryna take from you | |
| No matter what the world’s tryna make you prove | |
| No matter what the world’s tryna say to you | |
| You gotta write your way through | |
| You gotta write your way through | |
| You gotta write your way through | |
| You gotta write your way through |
| Or maybe it was just luck | |
| But honestly it' s probably none of the above | |
| Train tracks underneath the faceless moon | |
| The paybacks gonna want a statement soon | |
| But if you put your finger inside the flask, still wet | |
| Stick with the fool like shit to the wool | |
| Gotta get some tools to try to fix these jewels | |
| Cause we don' t need to hear you sing | |
| Of how you spent your time as king | |
| Being mad at everything, huh | |
| I keep squint like it' s shining right up in my face | |
| Everyones a critic of the minutes I waste | |
| Got me waiting in a line, got me running in place | |
| Say I spent too much time in the cellar | |
| Tryna write it all down before it vanishes | |
| Wanna remember every adventure | |
| But a percentage of ' em only exist in the abyss | |
| My head feels lighter than the fuzz on a feather | |
| I try to put the shapes in order | |
| I' mma sharpen up the darts | |
| I truly hold sorrow in my heart | |
| For every heart that never got carved into the bark | |
| I wish that everyone could leave a mark | |
| But every part wasn' t meant to be a piece of art | |
| You either carpe diem or fade away into the dark | |
| While everybody else watches waiting for the stop to start | |
| Got love for my people that survive the blizzard | |
| But it' s a flood of liquor | |
| on | |
| Everybody' s the same | |
| Waiting caught in the rain | |
| It help me wrap my head around it | |
| No matter what the worlds tryna take from you | |
| No matter what the world' s tryna make you prove | |
| No matter what the world' s tryna say to you | |
| You gotta write your way through | |
| You gotta write your way through | |
| You gotta write your way through | |
| You gotta write your way through |
| Or maybe it was just luck | |
| But honestly it' s probably none of the above | |
| Train tracks underneath the faceless moon | |
| The paybacks gonna want a statement soon | |
| But if you put your finger inside the flask, still wet | |
| Stick with the fool like shit to the wool | |
| Gotta get some tools to try to fix these jewels | |
| Cause we don' t need to hear you sing | |
| Of how you spent your time as king | |
| Being mad at everything, huh | |
| I keep squint like it' s shining right up in my face | |
| Everyones a critic of the minutes I waste | |
| Got me waiting in a line, got me running in place | |
| Say I spent too much time in the cellar | |
| Tryna write it all down before it vanishes | |
| Wanna remember every adventure | |
| But a percentage of ' em only exist in the abyss | |
| My head feels lighter than the fuzz on a feather | |
| I try to put the shapes in order | |
| I' mma sharpen up the darts | |
| I truly hold sorrow in my heart | |
| For every heart that never got carved into the bark | |
| I wish that everyone could leave a mark | |
| But every part wasn' t meant to be a piece of art | |
| You either carpe diem or fade away into the dark | |
| While everybody else watches waiting for the stop to start | |
| Got love for my people that survive the blizzard | |
| But it' s a flood of liquor | |
| on | |
| Everybody' s the same | |
| Waiting caught in the rain | |
| It help me wrap my head around it | |
| No matter what the worlds tryna take from you | |
| No matter what the world' s tryna make you prove | |
| No matter what the world' s tryna say to you | |
| You gotta write your way through | |
| You gotta write your way through | |
| You gotta write your way through | |
| You gotta write your way through |
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