RFTC Atmosphere

[Verse 1]
Uh, You got a bag full of paint, a head full of brain
No snow, no rain, ain't got no complaint
Like you high on that Krylon runnin' through your veins
You look like a war vet starin' at them trains
It's like you zenned the fuck out
Sittin' in the bushes, lettin' all the bugs out
One smoke, one beer, when the coast is clear
You disappear into your zone, stoned on the fear
Lookin' at scarred box cars
Focus in and notice one of the ones most fit
It's like that one there, has got your name all over it
So that one there, is gettin' your name all over it
Pull a can of sky blue for the outline
Sky for the limits, blue for the down time
Nerves at blast, disturbin' the masses of rats with these thin tips and fat caps
Thinkin' 'bout your little brother
'Cause he been tryna hit the yard with you all summer
It's a good thing that you didn't bring him along
'Cause that's when you saw the flashlights singing this song like

[Chorus]
Run, run, run these yards
Run, run, don't get caught
Run, run, every piece understood
(I wanna tell 'em you were good on the foot, now)
Run, run, run these yards
Run, run, don't get caught
Run, run, every piece understood
(Better believe you ran as fast as you could)