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Red Light Video (MV)




Performed By: A.T.M.
Language: English
Length: 2:37
Written by: Jonathan Mattheisen




A.T.M. - Red Light Lyrics




And my name ATM
Young and skilled with the pen
And I'm on a Niquo beat back at it again with the
Freddie Kane flow but I ain't cooking up the dope
Just put out a mixtape but I'm still hungry I want more
Talking shit I could care less I know it's just for the reseaux
I'm in Quebec I only spit to keep me from gettin cold
Real rap shit
This shit a sport you need to practice
Man I quit last year but I came back bitch
I ain't worried bout nothing can't be distracted no lacking
I ain't playing no more
I just wanna bring Whynaut along with me on tour
Raised the bar for myself I was aiming too low
I stalled the engine couple times for real but now I'm on go
Couldn't even stop if I wanted
I done threw down the gauntlet
No matter what I stayed solid and that's the reason they salty
I couldn't give a f*ck about it if I tried
But somedays I'd love to just to feel alive because I feel like

I'm running red light after red light
I ain't stopping 'til I get my f*cking head right
I ain't stopping 'til the wheels fall off
It ain't my fault if you get caught up in the headlights
Running red light after red light after red light
Running red light after red light
I ain't sayin shit man unless it's said right

I don't use no metaphors I keep it literal
I'm too pragmatic it's a bad habit black magic
What I practice in the booth my shit original
Ain't even about the music man this shit about the principle
Quiet on the western front take 'em by surprise
Ain't drop shit for 6 months but I got an alibi
I been in the kitchen cooking with the heat turned up to high
The sweat don't bother me no more bars like bullets I let it fly
2015 this shit started as a joke
Swear to God bulletproof the realest shit I ever wrote
Now we back to the basics same old cadence
Four year old instrumentals that boy Niquo been patient
It's like ain't shit changed
Same city same stu' but a bit more range
I'm still Yung ATM but had to shorten the name
Ain't tryna bond or share with ya like the stock exchange and now I'm

I'm running red light after red light
I ain't stopping 'til I get my f*cking head right
I ain't stopping 'til the wheels fall off
It ain't my fault if you get caught up in the headlights
Running red light after red light after red light
Running red light after red light
I ain't sayin shit man unless it's said right
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And my name ATM
Young and skilled with the pen
And I'm on a Niquo beat back at it again with the
Freddie Kane flow but I ain't cooking up the dope
Just put out a mixtape but I'm still hungry I want more
Talking shit I could care less I know it's just for the reseaux
I'm in Quebec I only spit to keep me from gettin cold
Real rap shit
This shit a sport you need to practice
Man I quit last year but I came back bitch
I ain't worried bout nothing can't be distracted no lacking
I ain't playing no more
I just wanna bring Whynaut along with me on tour
Raised the bar for myself I was aiming too low
I stalled the engine couple times for real but now I'm on go
Couldn't even stop if I wanted
I done threw down the gauntlet
No matter what I stayed solid and that's the reason they salty
I couldn't give a f*ck about it if I tried
But somedays I'd love to just to feel alive because I feel like

I'm running red light after red light
I ain't stopping 'til I get my f*cking head right
I ain't stopping 'til the wheels fall off
It ain't my fault if you get caught up in the headlights
Running red light after red light after red light
Running red light after red light
I ain't sayin shit man unless it's said right

I don't use no metaphors I keep it literal
I'm too pragmatic it's a bad habit black magic
What I practice in the booth my shit original
Ain't even about the music man this shit about the principle
Quiet on the western front take 'em by surprise
Ain't drop shit for 6 months but I got an alibi
I been in the kitchen cooking with the heat turned up to high
The sweat don't bother me no more bars like bullets I let it fly
2015 this shit started as a joke
Swear to God bulletproof the realest shit I ever wrote
Now we back to the basics same old cadence
Four year old instrumentals that boy Niquo been patient
It's like ain't shit changed
Same city same stu' but a bit more range
I'm still Yung ATM but had to shorten the name
Ain't tryna bond or share with ya like the stock exchange and now I'm

I'm running red light after red light
I ain't stopping 'til I get my f*cking head right
I ain't stopping 'til the wheels fall off
It ain't my fault if you get caught up in the headlights
Running red light after red light after red light
Running red light after red light
I ain't sayin shit man unless it's said right
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Writer: Jonathan Mattheisen
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