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Bar Food lyrics - Atmosphere

[Slug]
Do you guys have veggie burgers?
Yeah, can I get one of those?
Can you put bacon on it for me?

Once upon a time, one night next week
I hit the five-eight to get a bite to eat
I went inside, nobody here
but a couple guys at the bar holding beers
I sat down in the booth
I'll take a glass of grapefruit juice
Checking the selections
but I didn't get further than the mushroom Swiss burger
They said meat is murder, but I eat it
If it wasn't illegal, I'd eat people
As long as he used to walk
I'll take him with a side of the tater tots
I don't dine out a lot
I don't spend time out in general pop
And if I wasn't all alone at the spot
I'd probably order it to go in a styrofoam box
She brought me my sandwich
It came in a plastic basket
It's poison for my health
So you know I'm enjoying myself
But all of a sudden
The bar filled up with a herd of suburban bumpkins
No more personal space
Wish that they would all burst into flames
That's when I decided to get my revenge
I quietly got up, locked the doors
Went into the kitchen and popped the draws
Grabbed any knife in sight
Tonight everybody getting sacrificed, aight?
The whole south side heard them scream
Sent them to hell, felt like a dream
It was a gruesome bloodbath
Stabbed everyone, including the pub staff
Then I sparked a grill and went to town
Fried 'em all up and chowed 'em all down
After the feast, peace
Went home and fell asleep
Now I feel guilty, so in front of all of you
I'm ready to admit that I'm addicted to bar food

"Mhmm, this is a tasty burger"

Bob Seger lyrics - Atmosphere

[Hook]
My father's to the left of me
Move like the knight
My mama's to the right
Move the knight
Like everyone else, they're pointing
But nowhere feels quite right

[Verse 1:]
I pour a little more whiskey on them ice cubes
I’m tryna to get tipsy as a tugboat
Most of us gettin' lost in the night moves
The rest of us wanna watch from the front row
Come and look into the eyes of a landslide
Let me know if your recognize blood shot red
Not above passin' out in the cab ride
Wake me up when its time to unfuck my head
Whatchu know about a party
Y'all still tryna have some fun
Throw your hands up like it’s 2001
You wanna taste the teat, you want a place to sleep
But you need somebody else to come change the sheets
I hold composure, the snow will melt
The hope stays low cause I know myself
But I treat it like a test to keep me at my best
Rest in peace to Nekst

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I ain’t as cool as I used to be, leave me alone
I’m kinda blurry from the journey, man, my speakers are blown
Truthfully, I'd rather keep it in a zone
I could maneuver easily from the comfort of my home, but
Don’t ever let the headlights die
Stars only fall out of the dead night sky
The more I travel, the farther I see
The more it seems as if my shadow ain’t following me
Now everyone’s impressed with impressions
All of y'all dressed up in the finest flesh
I’m not tryin' to imply I’m on a different page
Similar traits, familiar face
I remember the days when I felt like fightin' it
Lost in the ways of my own self-righteousness
Feels like I’m still tryna find my fix
Before this lightning hits

[Hook]

By Your Side lyrics - Atmosphere

Y'all know I used to own a bar right
It was in El Paso I called it the hard life
If you step outside on a dark night
Check it out Juarez look like starlight

You goin think it sounds contrived 
But its just like how I describe
July in 2005 when the devil walked into my small little dive
She came inside and sat down
Whatever we see all types in that town
She kinda blended into the background
The waitress went over like what'll you have now
She asked for a whiskey coke
The waitress stood there lookin like a ghost
And then the devil cleared her throat
Lowered her voice and this is the quote she spoke

I love you you make me high
If you love me back I'll never say goodbye
I love you ain't no lie
If you love me back we could paint the sky
But we ain't gotta get into it tonight
Walk away if you afraid to try
But tell me what you wanna do with your life
Buz on the day you die I'll be on your side

Okay I guess so apparently my waitress is afraid of the devil
And could tell she felt unsettled go take a cigarette break get mellow
The whole bar got quiet seemed like everything went plush and dream like
I didn't know what to think but I kept my cool while I prepared that drink
Then I delivered her beverage
That'll be 2 dollars 50 cents miss
She didn't even pretend to flich
Just grabbed the glass took it straight to her lips
But I wasn't convinced it don't matter who you are I'm runnin a business
Fuck you pay me not includin the tip
She was lookin into the distance and said this

I love you you make me high
If you love me back I'll never say goodbye
I love you ain't no lie
If you love me back we could paint the sky
But we ain't gotta get into it tonight
Walk away if you afraid to try
But tell me what you wanna do with your life
Cuz on the day you die I'll be on your side

I know they call her lady luck
But she still gotta pay me up 
She tryina front over a couple of bucks
She can suck the straw that broke the camels hump

I bust my ass tryina touch some cash
Now I gotta come a put up with this trash
For what so I can eat these table scraps
Get old and hope I ain't gotta pay more tax
I started makin observations 
Lookin around the room watchin faces
Complaints have replaced my patience
I hate my life but I'm so complacent
This time gonna make some changes
Made my mind up to turn these pages
I pulled out the key to the place
Gave the bar to the devil then married the waitress

I love you you make me high
If you love me back I'll never say goodbye
I love you ain't no lie
If you love me back could paint the sky
But we ain't gotta get into it tonight
Walk away if you afraid to try
But tell me what you wanna do with your life
Until the day I die I'll be on your side

Minnesota Nice lyrics - Atmosphere

[Chorus:]
I don't wanna be, I service you with a smirk, (I smirk)
I don't wanna be, shoo you away like a fly! (Shoo fly!)
I don't wanna be, you may be bad, but I'm worse, (I'm so worse)
I don't wanna be, they call me Minnesota Nice!
I don't wanna be,

[Prof:]
I'm stayin fresh to death, mother fucker, check the kicks!
Pimpin 101, homes, what the lesson is.
Man you real ugly and she is worse,
Who wants to volunteer to leave?
Me first!
Smelling like a platypus feeling like a hippo,
See the girls scream as soon as I step out the limo.
Just because we share the same mic don't mean you nice either,
Really any shirt can be a wife beater.
There go Prof flexin on 'em again.
Follow a couple gorgeous women and I holler 'em in.
Take 'em to the dollar store or bar with the friends,
She'll be callin' again, you can call it a win!
All I do is do it, flossing in my Buick,
Prof get the club buck like, oh let's do it!
I grab a couple of bars, I'm living with a fist full,
Everybody are together now, blow the whistle.

[Mr. Gene Poole:]
It's official, I've been made aware of the ratio,
Now all I care about is gears and fellatio.
The soul of a man's career on your Casio,
Control your battle drones and fly you off the patio,
Everybody wants money off the microphone,
So they can dress corny and drop a Viper on some chrome.
But I'm the classiest beats or the trashiest,
I'm planet exists on the streets of Minneapolis.
And I'm the catalyst for world class lyricism,
Be glad that your chick is blast in this in her system!
She loves that rock hard rhythm presentation,
Fallen rap stars used to crash in her basement.
This year the flash dated six point five,
Head shots appear we're making this joint live
And affect once again my man.
Now show some respect and shake a gentleman's hand.

[Felipe Cuauhtli:]
Ah, I'm like a breath of fresh air,
Sexy mother fucker with that long ass hair.
I didn't mean to be tasteless,
Just thought I'd take a second to explain my greatness.
I'm an example of how to step your game up,
Aim up, when I'm out huntin' you lame ducks.
Ride through my hood entertaining your sister,
Bass bumpin old school solo-baric kickers
I'm trying to tell it like a T.I. Is,
I hope you catching on, what you know about this?
I'm so bad, like a single parent mommy with her hair all did,
But her kids is lookin' sloppy!
You can't stop me, broke the brakes on this Chevy,
Moving fast, try to catch the homie Sep Sevy
It's getting' heavy, hit the gym to take my weight up,
It's bigger than your block homeboy, so throw your state up.

[Slug:]
Came up the hard way and put my name up,
Now why would anybody wanna hate slug?
Straight up, your fake heart pumps snake blood!
Fuck you and the space you take up!
My eyes are red cause of life and death
I put my feet up on the table where they slice the bread!
Boast and brag til my toe gets tagged,
Old man swag with a grocery bag!
I go one for the road, two for the encore,
Couple more make you feel like you're holding down floor!
You ain't a whore, cause they make money,
You're just a bum with somebody's DNA on your tummy.
Ask your peers 'bout Atmosphere,
Went to the hell and got a souvenir rap career!
Now I walk into the place with the grace of a John Deer,
And then you're face got weird!

[Chorus:]
I don't wanna be, I service you with a smirk, (I smirk)
I don't wanna be, shoo you away like a fly! (Shoo fly!)
I don't wanna be, you may be bad, but I'm worse, (I'm so worse)
I don't wanna be, they call me Minnesota Nice!