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[Prelude]
Hey yo
Little funny story
Mister autumnkeys himself - the man behind the boards actually went by atlas when he was growing up and he still does so, I guess now we're the two atlas' of Soundcloud
Well, aside from the seventy other ones but, uh
Quick shout-out to him and then I wanted to give a shout-out to Corbin/Korben, Erik/Eric, Garrison, Bennett, Bell, Chloe, James, Goldblue, Danny, Joey, Darcy, Halle and anybody else who I might be forgetting cause' you're all the people who make life pretty sick
Thanks
[Verse 1]
I've been reading more lately
Opened a couple books If on a Winter's Night a Traveler yea
That shit was overlooked
Turned on my old PC, looked through my older photos, dug out Pok­émon Silver and thought I'd go see Johto
But you never know though, these things could be different
Ask yourself of you made a song, Would he listen?
Is the past really the past if you looked forward to it?
And... could golf be an art form if you put more into it?
I made an entire album out of stolen beats - uploaded it to Megashare and torrented the MP3s, cause' that's just my style; that's my aesthetic bro
You got a problem, you should let it go
I had a lot of dreams when I was growing up - a lot of Polaroids remaining undeveloped Imma' hold em' up
I got a darkroom in my basement it's a thinking chamber - meet me there
Matter of fact I'll see you later (yea)

Is that polite or impolite? The simple life I'm living right, fiscal heights, it's been a while - poor as shit yet still I smile
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[Verse 2]
I was rifling through my record collection, trynna find some smooth jazz so I could make a connection
I was looking for some Louis, stumbled on some Coltrane, Minella met my eye but I decided that was so plain
An old hat, you can't redesign or mold that - into new imagery, you hold back yourself from the goldmine of wealth that is artistry so pardon me I'm on the better health until the reaper meets his target see, reaching this catharsis seems to shatter any mortal man, likewise I was on the couch playing Portal and probably texting Addison and Claire about the music's meeting - painting the insides of my skull with this new graffiti
But don't you get it, it's an ocean I've been lost in since I stumbled on the vinyl plates as if I had been dropped into the grooves and sat to talk with the wavelengths and frequency and all those conversations of stay true to speak with me
Thank you, my decency