| Song | Flicker |
| Artist | Atmosphere |
| Album | Southsiders |
| One little flicker of light | |
| Can erase the dark | |
| One little flicker of light | |
| Can erase the dark | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Do I smell like escape, Probably so | |
| Put it in pushed play then I poured a fresh one | |
| I look back with a hesitant laugh | |
| But in reality it’s dark down memory ave | |
| All the trials and suffering we shared with each other | |
| A lot of people thought that we were actually brothers | |
| You know me, you know I’m a control freak | |
| Who told you, you could die before me? | |
| I feel like a snot-nosed child | |
| Its outlined in sadness | |
| You taught jokes to the clowns | |
| That never learned how | |
| To appreciate the lights | |
| Before the bulbs burned out | |
| Flicker | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Do I sound frustrated? Probably so | |
| Sometimes I feel guilty, I was out on the road | |
| If I’da seen where it was going I’da stopped the whole show | |
| I realize it ain’t realistic | |
| I keep tryna make the pieces fit with | |
| The info presented | |
| I felt resentment | |
| I held this against myself | |
| I wanna help my friend | |
| It stays in my head | |
| That I was on a stage when you were laying in bed | |
| Body was discovered by your own mother | |
| It penetrates my chest, I still taste the regret | |
| That I slept through a late night call from your homie | |
| Go figure, maybe I was tryna catch up with ya | |
| Flicker | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| Yeah I been sinkin’ , you already know | |
| Do I look exhausted? Probably so | |
| I don’t get much sleep | |
| I’m not sick, I’m fine | |
| I’m just tryna make the most of this limited time | |
| The distance grew between Eye and I | |
| And at the end, even though we didn’t speak enough | |
| You were easily one of the best people I’ve loved | |
| Now I’m tryna write a song for a dead songwriter | |
| That wrote they own songs about life and death | |
| And every breath is full of self-awareness | |
| Don’t ever be afraid to be embarrassed | |
| But I’m starting to think if you were here right now | |
| You’d ridicule these lyrics, you’d hate this chorus | |
| You’d probably tell me that the concept is too straight forward | |
| Flicker | |
| [Hook] |
| One little flicker of light | |
| Can erase the dark | |
| One little flicker of light | |
| Can erase the dark | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Do I smell like escape, Probably so | |
| Put it in pushed play then I poured a fresh one | |
| I look back with a hesitant laugh | |
| But in reality it' s dark down memory ave | |
| All the trials and suffering we shared with each other | |
| A lot of people thought that we were actually brothers | |
| You know me, you know I' m a control freak | |
| Who told you, you could die before me? | |
| I feel like a snotnosed child | |
| Its outlined in sadness | |
| You taught jokes to the clowns | |
| That never learned how | |
| To appreciate the lights | |
| Before the bulbs burned out | |
| Flicker | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Do I sound frustrated? Probably so | |
| Sometimes I feel guilty, I was out on the road | |
| If I' da seen where it was going I' da stopped the whole show | |
| I realize it ain' t realistic | |
| I keep tryna make the pieces fit with | |
| The info presented | |
| I felt resentment | |
| I held this against myself | |
| I wanna help my friend | |
| It stays in my head | |
| That I was on a stage when you were laying in bed | |
| Body was discovered by your own mother | |
| It penetrates my chest, I still taste the regret | |
| That I slept through a late night call from your homie | |
| Go figure, maybe I was tryna catch up with ya | |
| Flicker | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Yeah I been sinkin' , you already know | |
| Do I look exhausted? Probably so | |
| I don' t get much sleep | |
| I' m not sick, I' m fine | |
| I' m just tryna make the most of this limited time | |
| The distance grew between Eye and I | |
| And at the end, even though we didn' t speak enough | |
| You were easily one of the best people I' ve loved | |
| Now I' m tryna write a song for a dead songwriter | |
| That wrote they own songs about life and death | |
| And every breath is full of selfawareness | |
| Don' t ever be afraid to be embarrassed | |
| But I' m starting to think if you were here right now | |
| You' d ridicule these lyrics, you' d hate this chorus | |
| You' d probably tell me that the concept is too straight forward | |
| Flicker | |
| Hook |