"Strictly Leakage" (2007)

YGM Lyrics – Atmosphere
Little Math You Lyrics – Atmosphere
Full Moon Lyrics – Atmosphere
The Things That Hate Us Lyrics – Atmosphere
Jewelry Lyrics – Atmosphere
Get It To Get Her Lyrics – Atmosphere
Domestic Dog Lyrics – Atmosphere
Crewed Up Lyrics – Atmosphere (feat. Stage One, St. Paul Slim, Muja Messiah, YZ, Brother Ali, Toki Wright, Blueprint)
What They Sitting For? Lyrics – Atmosphere
That's Not Beef, That's Pork Lyrics – Atmosphere
The Old Style Lyrics – Atmosphere (feat. Cuts by DJ Plain Ol' Bill)
You Played Yourself Lyrics – Atmosphere
Road To Riches Lyrics – Atmosphere (feat. Cuts by DJ Plain Ol' Bill)

YGM Lyrics – Atmosphere

Rough, rugged and raw, nobody saw us
So I smashed through the windows and dashed with it all
Didn't even leave the broken glass
Put it all in the van and took it home to stash
We don't bargain, we throw darts man
No money, pull honeys at the park jam
So give it up this is Sean and Ant's stage
Yours is on the floor with your permanent mad face
You hit last place like you didn't know you would
And caught a bad case like you never over stood
Damn shame just a waste of track tape
I bet them raps taste just like an ash tray
You kittens gotta be kiddin'
All that hyperbole your spittin' is probably bitten
Look at the teeth marks, check the dental records
Go take a second to locate them exits, bitch
Believe it's time for you to believe it
Clean out your desk and turn the keys in
It's termination day for these half wits
Flappin' them lips from the cradle to the casket
You mundane like Sunday traffic
About as much threat as a wet book of matches
They show me where the mic was, I grabbed it
Took the stage and made the fans feel fantastic
Atmos follow with the fear
Don't be talking off my ear while I'm swallowing my beer
Get the fuck outta here with your act
Same type of cat that likes to talk shit behind your back
Stab it, in your face like what's happening
The brighter the lights the bugs come, it attracts em'
Nowadays I keep to self so tell your girlfriend to take her eyes off of my belt buckle
So fuckin' hungry the tummy rumble
Gotta be more then just another monkey's uncle
So I'ma get dumb this album
And do it like I don't give a damn about the outcome
Slide past the trash that's hatin'
Slit the tree in half and crack the pavement
Wrote graffiti on the mainstream application
Was validated enough - we had the ladies masturbatin'
After Satan laughs his ass off
We'll all love hip hop, we'll all have bad jobs
And even there on that assembly line
I'll remember to remind you bout your empty rhymes
On lunch break I'll battle you for those cupcakes
Do it for the love or just to prove you're a fuckin' fake
And after I catch a kiss from the receptionist I'm gonna pose like this
I don't quit, I never have
If you step in the act you better be better then that
You can talk your shit like whatever, dag
But excuse me miss we need to check your bag huh
You're stealin' now give me back my style
How does it feel tryin' to piggyback my crowd
Say it loud, break it down, take em' out
Like "give me this, I'm young, gifted and mixed"

Wooooooheeeeee

That's what I'm talking about
Yo Ant
I wanna holler at some friends
I wanna say what's up to Plain Ole Bill
I wanna say what's up to Puck
Los Notivos, Stage 1, I Self Devine
Cool Hakim, Brother Ali, Kancer, Mole Man
Jimmy 2 Times, Budda Time, BK One
Blueprint, The Chosen Few, my man Real Proof
J-Bird, Kevin Peacher, Joe Good
And my little brothers Jordan and Nathan

Yo Sadiq I didn't forget about you man
Let's get these swimming pools!

Little Math You Lyrics – Atmosphere

Oh they don't know nothin bout no hip hop
Look at 'em, look at 'em man
Little suburban fucks
What the fuck you doin at your shows homie?
Don't listen to 'em Math You, do your thing

[Verse 1]
Little Math You, fifteen, suburban
And it ain't shit if it ain't the cursin version
With the sticker on the front to piss off his dad
Just tell that bitch to get off the rag, huh
Little Math You from the burbs gotta here it
It's like the only thing that puts the nerve in his spirit
Go ahead and make some ruckus for the hell of it
And yell it on the streets about monotonous development
Your telling me that this ain't for him right
How many y'all motherfuckers get an invite?
Give him access and let Math You here ya
Wait a half a year and he'll be rapping in that mirror
And when he does, check him on his royalty
Was peace when he just played the piece of the royalties
Love is love if that's what you give
I couldn't give a fuck about where you grew up or where you live
It goes...

Oh you a star now huh
You large now, your too large to talk
Don't forget I used to give you free refills motherfucker

[Verse 2]
Forget snitchin motherfucker, stop bitchin
If you afraid of rats get the fuck out the kitchen
They only come when you cookin up a mess
And I'm supposed to be impressed by your bulletproof vest?
That come back, gun packin touch act
Thug chapter bout entertaining as a bug zapper
Fuck that, add up all the stories in your raps
And subtract each one that isn't really from your past
Take the remainder and multiply
With how many times in your life you thought that you was gonna die
Divide that sum with the outcome
Of how many kids you had before you dropped an album
Low ceiling for the masses of dope rappers
Most of dope dealers that I know got broke ladders
Try to juggle both factors, shit I can't imagine that math
I'm just a high school brat
But I know what matters is that I gave it everything that I have
Cause I'm a son and a dad
Trynna learn mathematics for the growth
I'm out, I got to hit the gym so we can film a video

Aiyyo Sky {What up?}
I was wonderin if you got the time
If you can go online and look up and see if you can find me a gym {Yep}
That'll let me smoke up in there {No problem}

Full Moon Lyrics – Atmosphere

[Hook]
The moon is full, you can't fake that light
No room to move, nah the space got tight
Don't need no knife here, we break up fights
Put your good shoes on, get your make-up right
And the ladies in the pla-pla-place so fly
Make you want to go home and wake up your wife
And I like it right, could never hate my life
In fact I'm quite excited, I get to play tonight

[Verse 1]
Mr. Soundman, turn up the bass
I want to feel the beats disturb my heart rate
We came in the door cause we wanted to escape
And forget about the world burning in front of our faces
We all paid dues, we all working hard
Some fools even had to pay a service charge
We sit at a thirsty bar
Now give more 808, and turn up the guitars
Tell the security guards to relax
Cause these people came to get away from all that
Them bouncers can't go bounce, they own balls flat
But we came to have a good time - now fall back
"Atmosphere" You know that's my team
Ask around, we kind of nice with the rap things
We came to stick up the rhythm
So poor, made 'em want to put my kids in prison
Spotlights, I'm a social moth
I'm here to mark the tree then I'm rolling, gone
Next shop gets broken off
Now open up your top and don't quote me wrong
I said this one here is what we call a good crowd
Roof caught fire, whole block got took out
Whoever's on after me better keep a look out
The sun goin down, I'm about to let the wolf out

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Hit the stage like a war vet
Hoping that the band members remember the set
Knowing damn well that I'm the one that forgets
"Hey man, I thought we specifically asked for a cordless"
Tangle up all the microphone cords
Till I'm tripping on 'em like I've done a hundred times before
Even if I fall off stage and hit the floor
Becomes part of the show, keep giving 'em more
I like it when you dance and move your shell and it's
Too soon to tell if you smooth and swell with it
Felt good to see you do it for the hell of it
"That's why I'm here today and touring for president"
...Ch-ch-ch-check out Penelope
Right next Stephanie, Wendy, Bev and Steve
Rapping with my songs and repping me
Thanks to all y'all for being part of this little legacy
Got busy and it won't stop
So let the bid he's hot, and try to ditch the cops
We don't need another 50 or another Iggy Pop
Just raise the roof now, show me what your city got
We found a lot of pounds out of town
Was deep underground but it seems so loud now
Sound never stopped and the crowd never wound down
Puff no, huff girl, I blow that house down

[Hook]

The Things That Hate Us Lyrics – Atmosphere

See I come from a time where they didn't put rear view mirrors on passenger sides of vehicles

And this is for those that still drink malt liquor
Put the poison in your body just to pass out quicker
When death calls best believe it's gonna get all emotional
Because I ain't goin' to hell without my menthols
Damn cable TV got me trapped in
Girls actin' dumb and cops beatin' black men
Overfill, overkill, tryin' to deal
Call the toll free and order my some diet pills
Got me looking at the sugar in the Kool-Aid that you made
You need to chase it down with some toothpaste
Still stuck to the simple things yep the struggle in between a couple of krispy kremes
I have to ask if you could pass that half and half to get my coffee back on track
Big ups to all the carbonated hiccups the energy drinks and the suicide big gulps
Gonna find happiness in the fast food
Supersize the triple bypass heart attack too
Distract you with these colorful tattoos to cover up the fact that we feel like bad news

[Chorus]
We love the things that hate us
Push snooze again girl I don't want to wake up
America the beautiful that's how she played us
Wasn't that cute it must have been her make up
Trying to grab everything that she gave us
Just take it back in the math on that pay stub
Lookin' at the neighbors like wait up
We love the things that hate us

Pain killers help find some feeling
Crack the vic in half just to break the time sealant
Take it by yourself on the living room carpet
Do a little bump just to clean your apartment
? I've seen your wife she's not the true finest?
I understand why you like to pay them prostitutes
Strip clubs gun shops oh Jesus right next to the liquor store for your convenience
Everybody say ho for the cuervo
You can drive if you promise to be careful
Turn the radio up and light a doobie
And keep acting like life is like a movie
This is for those needles you share because
Those after school TV specials is too square
Cook the coke for your own consumption
? All some joe joe dems? In old school
What's your function
As American as herpes and hot dogs
Got lost between the mustard and the hot sauce
Unprotected sex with that one you just met
You ain't even got all your hep shots yet

[Chorus]

Jewelry Lyrics – Atmosphere

I never really understood a man's jewellery
You soon to see me on some Karaoke super freak
With a peace sign sweater and some Hammer pants
Windows up, smoking weed in the ambulance
Hopped out, 1988 battle stance
Neighbourhood started to dance and made it avalanche
Nobody got hurt, just lots of dirt
Did the Michael Jackson kick and took off my shirt
Broken wings coming out of my shoulder blades
Poker face, hitting switches on my roller-skates
Making soup out of Couscous and Froot Loops
Moon walking down the block rocking some moon boots
They don't know my name, I'm not that guy
But they point and smile because I'm that fly
Any day I get to stay way from bloodshed
Becomes another night I get to ride into the sunset
Traded in a horse for a bike
So wave if you happen to see me on the South Side
With a boom box strapped to my handle bars
Zoom homie, take a bath in some caviar
Getting drunk in the woods smoking a ci-gar
Sitting on the hood of your car playing the gui-tar
Face painted up to look like a circus clown
Lookin around like everything's perfect now
Match strike and light them candles
Hold onto it, grab tight, a hand full
You might be right, we might be assholes, shit
We from the land of the ice-cream castles
I never could fake respect
What's it gonna take to make all them dots connect
I must be old cause you look like a fool to me
I never really understood a man's jewellery

[De La Soul sample]
"But you gots to keep it for real, forget about your jewels and..."

Get It To Get Her Lyrics – Atmosphere

And then he asked me if he could bring her over to my house
And I'm like "What, are you going to fuck her in my den?"

Get it to get her [X4]

[Verse 1]
Playboy ain't got his own place
His mom and his sister are both his roommates
Where you gonna bring a lady friend?
You gonna get her pregnant in your basement?
You wanna explore her body
But mommy might come down and do the laundry
Can't put your girl on all fours
When your sister's room is one floor above yours
You not in school, you not employed
Fulltime, full grown momma's boy
You ain't making no choice
When you ain't even worth your own weight in coins
Then she gon laugh her ass off
And this time it ain't cause you took your pants off
No struggle, still like snapshot
Low hustle waiting on jackpot
Do the grind like you do the time
Nice shoes on her mind and whips so fine and
Y'all won't find no losers climbing
Up in her, up in her

[Hook]
We don't work, we don't need ta
We don't work, we don't need ta get it to get her!
Get it to get her [X4]

[Verse 2]
A man is only as good as the woman
Now take a look at the one's you know then
Think about who you wish was wifey
And what you doin to make the fish bite
You better have a pay check
It's like another kind of safe sex
The ethics connected to your favourite toy
Don't nobody wanna mate with a lazy boy
Motivation to keep it live
If you want a real queen bee for that hive
And even if you got cash, it doesn't mean you get a pass
...Trash, trash, trash
I don't know what they told you, what show they showed you
But things are tough all over
Debts, bill collectors, threats, whatever
Check, check, still better than ever
Home is home even when its bill grown
Now quit rappin and go get a real job
Ain't no girl deservin to be wife
Gonna wanna complete your worthless life

[Hook]

Domestic Dog Lyrics – Atmosphere

Hahaha, yo did you see that?
Yo she pushed her cart right into that Escalade
Hahaha

[Hook]
Women at the bar want to be a star
Stop her on the street, she thinks you a freak
It's illegal to flirt when we at work
So nowadays I score at the grocery store

[Verse 1]
You are what you eat, no pretending to be
So I push my cart like an extension of me
Bump, bump, nope I can't fund
I'm the one that's probably gonna hit your cart more than once
Like "Excuse me, sorry, I didn't see you there
Yeah, I didn't see you there, with your pretty hair
In the condom isle, with your awesome smile
Tomorrow we should watch Lost, hang out a while"
She's got cheese, can't tell if it's cheddar
But you did see the way she held them bell peppers
Clean enough to put soymilk in the potbelly
Skank enough to buy sushi from the hot deli
It's ok though, butter and mangos
Down at the cold isle, organic tomatoes
Even the chain stores attract angels
Old food, safe way, traitor jokes, rainbow
Nipples erect in the ice-cream section
Steam up the glass and steal my breath
And you know damn well I'ma bring the dick
Call me the coolay man and sing my shit (oh yeah)

[Hook]

Yeah, yeah
Actually I would like a few samples
Alright?
Thank you

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, we've all heard the old phrase
Felt like the start of a mid-eighties porn tape
Both of us reach for the last box of corn flakes
Headphones kickin, she was listening to Ghostface
Nah baby, go ahead and cop them shits
I'll just settle for a box of kicks
Turned off the iPod to talk
I don't know what she said, I was watching her lips
Pressing P interrupted by the culprit
She had no idea that I was shopping with a full clip
So many bullets, she should have been insulted
But she didn't, that's all that matters isn't it? No bullshit
Flow and swerve through my chosen words
Miss pumpin power to open hers
Yeeeah I be chilling by the frozen deserts
And if this don't work, I'm going to church

[Hook]

Nah, nah, nah, paper, paper
Nah for real put it in the paper bag
With handles, handles!

[Hook with different last line]
So nowadays I score at the gro-gro-gro

[Hook]

Uh, excuse me
What? Yeah what's your? Sarah, yeah Sarah
Could you do me a favour and uh, could you put the eggs on top?
Wooo...

Crewed Up Lyrics – Atmosphere (feat. Stage One, St. Paul Slim, Muja Messiah, YZ, Brother Ali, Toki Wright, Blueprint)

[Verse 1 - Stage One]
They call me Bad Lieutenant when my eyes are squinted
Child of the 70s and the 80s was in it
Lost the first homeboy in the 9-0 and liable
To get the gun buckin at 5-0, I'm tribal
I'm from a place where the *niggas* are jelly
And pretend to be your friend and put one your belly
And you can keep on yelling, the cops won't come
You want beef, we got burgers and then some
We from the era when we learned on our own
Runnin wild in the streets with both parents at home
Kind of hard to find a young un alone - caused we was crewed up
Taggin on the walls taught wars and getting chewed up

[Verse 2 - St. Paul Slim]
Now I don't know about y'all, but I'm bout to make a small fortune
By taking small things and blowing em out of proportion
Using sarcasm as my second language
Look mom I'm famous, I mean I'm flagrant
You say you write your best rhymes when you high
I say I write my best rhymes cause I'm fly
This is why I'm cold, I'm Minnesota nice
If you want my CD I will give you special price
Haha, take Trummond's advice
St. Paul Slim the best homie, none of its hype
So please lil asshole, keep your mouth closed
'Fore your momma be like "Look at my son, he out cold"

[Verse 3 - Muja Messiah]
You could tell I'm focused by the look in my eye
You could see I'm dirty by how clean my kicks is
You know I tell the truth, I got no reason to lie
Hey, like I tell my chicks "You ain't got a lotta kick it"
All I'm trynna do is get a piece of the pie
And turn these bricks into a legit business
Now run along and go home to your wives
And leave me and Slug here to play with these bitches
You know I spit the sickest sickness since syphilis
Mixed with malaria, fuck it, the more the merrier
B-Boy, D-Boy, yep I'm in your area
Muja Messiah uh huh, hello America

[Verse 4 - YZ]
Yo, yo, y'all wack, yo what the fuck is new?
I'm back wit Atmos and the crew
To do this you need style, I thought you knew
It's not a diss, yo it's just my point of view
Maybe if I turn sideways, y'all *niggas* will
Throw lyrics my way instead of the highway
Now getting ran over by cars and Land Rovers
We starred, you sub par, maybe send your man over
Pardon, you gon' step to this
Spit phat, not anorexic shit
Come stacked boy, it ain't no need to go there
I knock rappers out, y'all scratch and pull hair

[Verse 5 - Brother Ali]
I hustle hard for the love of god
My life has been the biggest struggle for the bloody start
I knuckle up and throw the hands of my thug at heart
So when the shit hit the fan I don't come apart, I breathe and shrug it off
Atmosphere - the Big Brother's big brothers
Catch is here to turn king to wrist cutters
Just trust it ain't no regular shit
That's a polite asshole and a sensitive pimp
You would think it was a party, not a Cadillac
Church mosque, have a knack
Dr. Dre Training Day rappers don't know how to act
Remove em all from my sight like a cataract
Poof! It's a magic act

[Verse 6 - Toki Wright]
Walk over beats like DMC, three stripes
Leaver be three strikes, visa need three swipes
DVDs, jeans clean, cuts brush dandruff
Mobile phones, suited loan, courted blown pampers
Chilling at the party in B-Boy stance
And they looking at me funny, why? Cause they can't dance
So I'm cutting up and shutting up, I'm buttercup but just enough
To lean on top of this metropolis with binoculars
Walk like a pimp, think like a Macintosh
Battle scars, also trynna figure out your avatar
Leave the cameras on, told ya partner that he can't perform
Brought a torch to burn the building, he think I'ma hand it to him

[Verse 7 - Blueprint]
Yeah, yeah, I solemnly swear
To fight the good fight as long as I'm here
But sometimes the good fight don't seem fair
Cause all the best soldiers we had ain't here
They gone now, we all on our own now
And most of those left ain't got no style
You give em an inch they try to take a whole mile
Too overconfident to keep a low profile
Pump your brakes, stay in your lane
A bunch of fakes chasing fame
I'll punch your face and take your chain
Sit your 5 dollar ass down before I make change

[Verse 8 - Slug]
Break these chips down, count your business
Ain't nothing free, it's a James Brown Christmas
So god bless the underground now and give it
To the sound of the drums while none of us outlive it
I treat Hip Hop like a sport
Stay on my game, put my time on the court
While you complain and get high some more
Might explain why your team can't find support
Now catch me in the back wit a whisky
Chattin up a missy like I'm attractive and witty
I have to dip to do my raps and get busy
Why don't you come see me when I'm back in your city?

What They Sitting For? Lyrics – Atmosphere

Messing with the big Texas Hold 'Em
Fools think I'm rich now, I'm always on the road and
I no longer play this as much, think I lost touch
What's the buy in? I'm bout to choke up
When it comes to getting in a tournament
I play safe cause I'm still kind of learning it
Looking for a little help from the cards that are dealt, uh
Pocket nine on the felt, well...
Which of y'all want to call the big blind?
Short stack to the left, all in, fine
One more stayed in trynna re-raise
But I played requests like DJ
Fool you can splash chips, act big
Swig that beer but don't forget me over here, yeah
Keep my chips stacked up like a high rise
Drinking water cause I gotta keep my mind dry
I know you got face cards, so I'ma play hard
And avoid the late charge
Nine double Jack at the flop
C'mon, Jake needs brand new games for his Xbox
Fool, you can't even fuck with me
You're the first to bet in that the turn becomes a queen
And I seen that excitement scene
When the bitch laid down, yep, you got a king ten
Now I'm feeling like a winner
Flocks of birds don't even need to see the river
You want to go all in too?
No problem, I called them, your chips is falling duke
Full house when I pulled out my nines
Turn a high rise into a skyline
Damn guy, your stack came down in a landslide
Yeah I'll pay for your cab ride

That's Not Beef, That's Pork Lyrics – Atmosphere

Yo Anthony man, you just texted me again man
Nah man no, he's trynna, he's trynna get me to do a verse on his shit
Yeah same dude that used to talk all that shit back in the day
It's total, total lack of self-respect on his part man

[Verse 1]
Surrounded by all these little piggies
Round a pool table, holding on a glass full of empty
When them rappers came out of nowhere to hit the spotlight
Oinking at the crowd about who cares and not quite
Pretty sure there was more on stage
Than there was in attendance in the rest of the place
I tried to give a listen, it was impossible
The main dude sounded like his motherfucking mouth was full
Understand what that train wreck looks like
You've seen it before, bad rapper with a good mic
Screaming like he means it like it's a classic verse
Couldn't even make out a fraction of them words
Minnesota, too nice for its own good
Half of y'all should still have a cold foot
Order me a refill, try to block it out
And act like these little pigs didn't come from this brick house

[Hook X2]
Never meant to be a part of you or you
I just want to be a part of one two, the one two

[Verse 2]
Get off the stage, smack your crew
Real friends wouldn't let you act like a fool
Your beats go "fa, fa, foof"
And your girlfriend pretends that she don't even know you
In your late twenties, ain't making any money
Like an overweight ballerina, sad and funny
We all think you so damn wild
The way y'all still rock that talent show style
No one's impressed with your extended set
Except your idiot friends that you scribbled on the guest list
Just to be clear, Atmosphere in here
If you spitting a cappella I'ma spit in your beer

[Hook X2]

[Verse 3]
Ten minutes later and they still up they yapping shit
Turn the sound down and let us read the captions kid
You did a song that was so damn passionate
I almost had to piss my pants when I was laughing at it
You look so goddamn dramatic man
Everybody pulled out their phones to call an ambulance
Your CD-R needs a little CPR
You makin faces like you should of played the lead guitar
You ain't an MC, you an MC's wardrobe
Freak of culture like a white girl with cornrows
Go ahead and do you, don't front
If rap is just another excuse to smoke blunts, huh
It's alright man, get yourself a hype man
And come take up a couple more minutes of our life span
Twin cities, tighten up and get busy
Got all these little piggies trynna suck on these big titties

[Hook X2]

Of one two, the one two
Of one two, the one two

One two, the one two
The one two, the one two

The Old Style Lyrics – Atmosphere (feat. Cuts by DJ Plain Ol' Bill)

I swear to God if you fuckers fuck this up for the rest of us
you will not get any pudding, none!

(Do you wanna know why?)

The seventh of September was my date of birth
I got to the clinic and I did the nurse
Picked at the scabs until I made it worse
But I still spit your girlfriend's favorite verse
At least now I know somebody notices
the loud guy from Southside of Minne-hopelessness
I try to celebrate life when I can
Most times I do it with a mic in my hand
Sean Daley and Anthony Davis
Twin Cities, they act like we famous
Still nameless in places like Vegas
So order up a round and over tip the waitress
Got the ladies in the place going ape-shit
Making faces at the radio stations
A love-hate relationship
as if we're waiting for the preacher to sit down and let the choir take it
And I'm trying to have the time of my life
Work for my stripes and climb a few flights
Try to keep the demons out of mind, out of sight
But some I'm to weak to fight, you got a light?
I stand beside every line that I write
Wrote most my rhymes just to find me a wife
And now that my better half got me hemmed up
I'm out here rapping about whatever the fuck
It don't matter just as long as I mean everything set free from between these wings
I could write a new joint and drop my view point
Maybe cook up a hook and get a few coins
A little real estate, to make us feel ok
I need to keep faith and eat a decent meal today
Hey, and even if these raps don't pay me
I'ma find a way to make the right hand pass the gravy
So special, nice to have met you
By this time tomorrow I'll probably already forget you
Now gimme fifteen for the shirt
And go tell your friends on your swim team I'm a jerk
Set it off, it never stopped
The only difference is now I'm eating better slop
Look at your boy mother, employed by brothers
Trying to make sure we all avoid the buzzards
Every scar I wear I've earned
Even the ones that I like to pretend I don't deserve
But I don't question, cause God has vision
I'm no savior, I'm just the recognants mission
Taught ya'll how to bank off tour
So thank me now and keep my name off yours
He's got the pony tail, I've got the rabbit ears
He's fly, I'm fly that's why they call us

You Played Yourself Lyrics – Atmosphere

[Verse 1]
What's up? My name is Sean, nice to meet ya
So what brings you backstage in this theatre?
Oh you're in the crew that plays first
I shoulda noticed all four of y'all of wore the same shirts
I bet you got a demo of your work right
{That's what's up} Can you leave it with my merch guy?
Well word up, good luck tonight
And don't forget to drink water, and don't cup that mic, huh
Do me a favour and stay away from Ant's beer
No you can't bring your fans back here
Nah I'm straight, you can keep your drugs in fact
Keep em in the alley out back behind the club
And drop the attitude
Why you acting like that little sticky pass is some kinda right of passage dude
Keep rapping till you get discovered
But better believe it's last time we ever see each other

[Hook (Every second line spoken)]
Cause you played yourself
Uh yeah, of course I remember you man, uh, how you been man? How you doin man?
You played yourself
They told me that you tried to pick a fight with your own DJ
You played yourself
Nah I didn't see you're set man, I was, I was sleeping on the bus
You played yourself
Uh yeah, go talk to that guy, him, he'll give you some drink tickets, word

[Verse 2]
New York, at the Bowery getting down
With Grayskul, P.O.S. and Fillmore Brown
My first time touring with a live band
Trynna hide all the fear behind the mic stand
I just want to move around and keep it versatile
But tonight some kid took it personal
I stopped my set, yo what you yellin bout?
With your middle up calling me sell out
Then security rushed him like a gang fight
Wait, don't kick him out, man it ain't right
But they wasn't listening to Slug
I'm just an artist on the stage, they don't really give a fuck
So I finished up my set then
Ran out the front door to see if I could catch him
And there he was, mad and drunk
So I gave him his money and sent him off with a hug

[Hook (Every second line spoken)]
Man you played yourself
Man you can barely stand up, you trynna call me names, punk
You played yourself
I understand, I understand dude, I was just like you when I was 15 years old
You played yourself
Talking about, you ain't The Roots, you ain't The Roots, why you got a band man?
You played yourself
Do me a favour, throw away my CDs, I don't want you stupid fans

[Verse 3]
Girl please, don't treat me like you treat a toy
You wouldn't look twice if I was the pizza boy (nope)
You ain't got to flash me your ass and tits
I'd rather fantasise that you're a rap advocate
Look around, you see all these women?
They came for the music, you came for the scenesterism
The validating game is degrading
Got me cornered at the bar to boost your ratings
I'm getting too old for the trap
Go wiggle that cleavage at the opening act, huh
Plus you smell like a bucket of vodka
I would never put my meat sauce up in that pasta
The shows over, so why you waiting by the bus
Like I'm supposed to be impressed with the basics
You don't believe that I don't want to see you naked
But I'm not hanging out, take care and stay safe kid

[Hook (Every second line spoken)]
You played yourself
Yeah actually I have heard somebody say that to me before
You played yourself
You realise I can clearly see your clitoris through your jeans
You played yourself
Look you are closer to my son's age than, than you are to mine
You played yourself
Look, look, the li, the living legends are right there, right over there, go over there!

Road To Riches Lyrics – Atmosphere (feat. Cuts by DJ Plain Ol' Bill)

[Verse 1]
When I was five years old I used to hear funk and soul
Being played out my pop's hi-fi stereo
Looking at the photos, buggin on the names
With the fold out covers and the crazy illustrations
I got older and bought my own records
By thirteen I had three crates collected, huh
And that's my pride, no time for white rides
Kept on the grind and I stayed inside
I was sort of a poser how I had my friends over
Cutting up till we wrecked that direct drive loader
Mom's turntable went through hell
A whole lot of wicky-wicky trynna teach myself
The records got stuffed cause the parties was rough
But I still showed up to try to rock some cuts, what
And I was young but the bigger kids reached out
Give me five minutes on decks to freak out
The type to get it right, maybe one night
I be rapping bout my life on the cordless mic
No matter how it look, always kept one foot
Between records and books, and the suckers got shook
Dreamed about it two decades straight
Way before Rhymesayers first wax got made
The music is my love and it is my business
My name is Big Slug, I'm on the road to the...

[Verse 2]
I used to stand on the block selling four track tapes
Trynna make enough papes to buy more blanks
There was all kinds of hits, backpacks and drips
Sweatshirts running network and guess and cred
The word was spread with speed, the name grew like weeds
Wasn't long till we took the lead
Twin cities was little and the winter was bitter
Getting bigger and bigger, they started taking my picture
For the shit I spit, some rappers I knew quit
Got jobs and a family, they just couldn't handle it
Lice and rhyming, living like a roach
On the ground and broke, holding onto the Hulk
In a small town scene we stole like a thief
No time to sleep with politics and beef, huh
They all pussies, dicks and assholes
Collecting stripes from little freestyle battles
Many mics we gripped, any stage we'd rip
Even with no chips we'd take them road trips
Loyal members of the crew had my back to death
G-Pool, Moonsign, myself and Stress
All we had was rhymes, coming offa the mind
For the first time in my life everything felt fine
The turntables turn while the DJ's mix it
I didn't know I was on the road to the...

[Verse 3]
The pop that rocks for props, he eventually stops
And maybe hops on some desktop guest spots
The gangster's muscle, are up in the puzzle
But if their raps are wack they go back to the hustle
I was the one on the opposite side of smoking a gun
Taught me how to rhyme and how to run
Make or break it, the hater's can't say shit
Stayed awake late night in Ant's basement
Take notes, spray painted the paved road
The tapes sold, got lucky with scapegoat, huh
That means work, in other words sewer van
Peace to J-Berg, the man with the core plan
Seeds get planted, hands get handshakes
Damn straight, gonna keep goin till the man breaks
And MC's who wanna make ends meet out on my route
But never ever keep friendly
Stack the blocks, catch that fox
Rhymesayers locked on the Mid-West crops
Troopers, soldiers, shoulder to shoulder
Sold out the shows and give the groupies to my chauffer
New tour dates, take the money, put out more tapes
And call it foreplay, ready for the war games
Sew it up and then FUCK with the snitches
Atmosphere on the road to the riches... bitches!

[Scratches]
"The money it counts steep" - [Kool G Rap]

EP: "Sad Clown Bad Winter #11" (2007)

• Don't Stop Lyrics – Atmosphere
• 66th Street Lyrics – Atmosphere
• They All Get Mad At You Lyrics – Atmosphere
• Beautiful Lyrics – Atmosphere
• Ha, This One Is About Alcohol Too Lyrics – Atmosphere

Don't Stop Lyrics – Atmosphere

All right, see I ain't really all that famous, yet
But I'm not a nobody neither
Just doing our thing
Sometimes we do it right, sometimes we do it wrong
Doesn't matter, either way it gets done
It gets done our way

[Verse 1]
Can't really pinpoint when I made the big choice
God never spoke to me about my thin voice
It ain't like I was handed a mission
I won't front, I'm just another man of tradition
I guess its best to check inside of the music
Rap groups back in my youth got me boosted
Couldn't stop the usage, call me opportunist
The turntables plugged in? Fuck it, gotta do it
Beats back then broke the button on my rewind
Opened up my mind to notes, drums and time
Started memorising everybody's rhymes
Spitting your shit like I was going for mine
Introduced me to funk, rock and jazz
So amazed as to how the DJs chopped the samples
Some nod their heads, some pop they ass
So it was only natural for me to cop a handful

[Hook]
Between what it is and what can be
I'm here just to keep you company
You ain't got to be in love with me
Just don't stop beating them drums for me
Between what it is and what can be
I'm here just to keep you company
You ain't got to be in love with me
Strange how far you mark for me

[Verse 2]
So put the jam on and move forwards
Roll up the windows and sing a chorus
And give it more until the life drops
Nef turn off the speakers, boom box or the iPod
No stopping me, you can't possibly
What you thought I'd do, Ant's got a lot of beats
Shake your ass in celebratory fashion
It's not the spot for you to come relax mam
Ain't nothin like Hip Hop music
The shoe fits, gotta show and prove it
Ask god how much is too much
He wrote a note in the clouds, said "Keep fucking them up"
I used to live in those headphones
All alone stuck in my zone
But today I got a king and I'll follow the dream
Just to see what tomorrow can bring, ding, ding

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Oh, they don't like my crew
Because we don't sound nothin like they think we sposed to
That's cool, I guess it ain't for you
But I'm still comin through with what I came to do
Been in love with it since I was a kid
It protected me, watched over what I did
I was a junkie, I couldn't get enough of it
Probably should've predicted that I'd be up in it (Fuck with it)
Your gonna have to kill me to stop me
I'm a grown ass man, this ain't no goddamn hobby
The bread's all soggy and them kisses are sloppy
But I still love rap from the soul to the body
Give it everything that you know
Because the people in the crowd is trynna let it go
She might need a little something for them nerves
Make her way up front to mouth along with the words
She say...

[Hook]

66th Street Lyrics – Atmosphere

Hi, can I help you?

[Verse 1]
I think it was a Sunday, sometime in January
I could be wrong and I guess it isn't necessary
But I remember that the ground was made of snow
And if you went outside, you better take your coat
I must have been nineteen years old
I had a cashier job at a convenience store
Working the counter making minimum doe
Selling discount smokes to the neighbourhood folk
I didn't pay much thought to his ski mask
It's Minnesota man, your face will freeze fast
But I bet that I looked sorta dumb
When I first caught sight of his bright orange gun
There I am, adrenaline high and
Tryin to decide how I feel about his right hand
Is that a goddamn? Wait a minute
It is a flare gun and guess where he's aiming it
You probably ain't here to win the lottery
So you obviously gotta be robbin me
He nodded his head so opened up the till
And grabbed a paper bag for the money cause I know the drill
I handed him the cash and the food stamps
He just stood there looking all confused and
I'm thinking "Yo, why the fuck ain't he movin?"
C'mon crazy white boy, don't do somethin stupid
That bag is worth maybe two-thirty
Not enough for you to pull the trigger back and burn me
By now you should be down the street
Ain't you never seen the way they do this shit on TV?
Yeah it was fun but it's done, now get out
"Ah, do you want me lay down on the ground and start countin crops?"
Before the ski way even started noddin
I was already on that, one one-thousand, two one-thousand
The front door beeped, I heard him leave
So I called my boss and the Richfield police
Gotta close the shop and lock the doors
Cause some trailer trash just robbed the store

[Phone call between Slug and police officers]

[Verse 2]
Everybody acted so suspicious
I guess the flare gun story seemed fictitious
Are you accusing me of petty embezzlement?
Don't you see my left over adrenaline?
Bosses and cops can't be my friend
Never felt loyalty to either again
And to keep it real, the irony didn't set
Until a year later when I got fired for stealing cigarettes

They All Get Mad At You Lyrics – Atmosphere

Once upon a time there was a concept
Someday we can all skip the nonsense
Work hard let the rewards connect and
Maybe we can soup up all the trash off the front steps
Silly man he believed in that ethic
Seems planted the needle to the wreck
Its in the plans that he set out to perfect
But every few steps was a thief with a message
Who speaks up for them half nights
Lets seperate the players and the mascots
Little miss success is a back dropping
You kind of look like a jack pot

Give me what you got or get got
Aint no getting off at the next stop
Dont get caught with a wet top
I thought the best shot was the best spot, guess not

They all get mad at you so see through
Not much they had to do but read through
Turn off the attitude they need you
No time to act a fool, just be cool [2x]

Now keep your defense up right,
No choice but to be tense up tight,
Not one type baby ever just might throw shots at your body, character even love fight
But why they gotta turn them wheels in?
Try not to hurt them feelings
But burn pride or burn that ceiling
In between the search and the curse of the dreams, man
Girl look at how they stare at cha
Pass judgement to gather their chapters
Come back the year after the happily ever after
And i wonder what the world'll look like from their ladder
And now you had it up to right there
Hey mama put the kid back in the high-chair
Act like you care that life aint fair, nah let them finish up their nightmare

They all get mad at you so see through
Not much they had to do but read through
Turn off the attitude they need you
No time to act a fool, just be cool [2x]

And when they open up them cracks you gotta overreact
It dont stop it just seems so relaxed
You know they never cross over them tracks
With a scarf like that they keep pullin you back
Is that really how it works now?
Is they hurt style even worthwhile?
Return it with a smirk or a smile
Take yourself off the dirtpile when you had your first child
Its too easy to call it envy, everybody wanna be all they can be
Graffiti makes them feel so heavy but they all get friendly when your walls are empty
Its always the same approach, they just want a little fiend to hold
You cant save they soul, so just chase your goals
Let em hate far away or let em hate up close

They all get mad at you so see through
Not much they had to do but read through
Turn off the attitude they need you
No time to act a fool, just be cool [2x]

Beautiful Lyrics – Atmosphere

Beautiful is how we know you though
Rebel, rebel, for all your people
Until the talons of the bald eagle
Reach out and rip the back of your head off leaving your skull peaceful
Beautiful is how we know you though
We were all taught to root for the underdogs
One nation under got complex
No wonder we all wanna watch 'em undercover cops
Beautiful is how we know you though
So beautiful, so upset
Came from a place that bred success
So shame on the grass on that side of the fence
Beautiful is how we know you though
Guess daddy didn't hold you enough
I ain't saying that you never had to struggle for a buck
Or some luck or some love, motherfucker join the club
Beautiful is how we know you though
Give the kid a paintbrush and a subject
Self-portrait caricature of the undead
Skeleton staring at a picture of the sunset
Beautiful is how we know you though
Misunderstood is not a birthright
The monster lost control after the first bite
Master your high life, bitch get your swerve right
Beautiful is how we know you though
It ain't new to you, ain't that unusual
And we knew you fully meant it when you drew
Your little line in the sand and chose to stand with the beautiful
Beautiful is how we know you though
I hope you live to tell the war tale yourself
I wish you well on escape from your hell
But 'til then stay the fuck off my doorbell

Ha, This One Is About Alcohol Too Lyrics – Atmosphere

OK, I'ma have to see some I.D. from everybody here, except you huh
So what's it gonna be?
You all look like whiskey people to me

[Verse 1]
Never sick of listening to your problems
Your boss threatened that you're gonna lose your job then
You fought with your neighbour and he called the cops man
Your wife left you and she took the dog, damn!
Looks like you came to the right place
Take a shot just to wash away the taste
We don't know your name but everybody knows your mad face
Save that seat for anyone that caught a bad case
Every day is overcast, pains in the lower back
Bones that you didn't even know you had
Not sure but you think your best friend stole your lawn mower
...That would explain why he stopped coming over
You ain't seen the doctor in a while
Even longer for the dentist, I can tell by your smile
Still making payments on a car
That's sitting on a spare flat in your backyard
Stacks of bills on a messy kitchen counter
Ring around the blue-collar cause the hot water heater's down
Here, put a couple of these down
And sing the blues like they supposed to sound

[Hook]
Here comes a beer, catch all your tears
Drink the remedy, forget about your problems
Here comes a shot, lose all your thoughts
Drink the remedy, forget about your problem
This one's on me, fix you for free
Drink the remedy, forget about everythang
This one's on me, got what you need
And take your medicine, you'll feel better friend

{And then she said, "Did you put, did you put it in?}
Wha-What?
{Did you put it in yet?"}
You know what?
{And I was like, I was like...}
You know, I'ma turn the TV on
I'ma turn the TV on, I don't want to hear about this

[Verse 2]
Used to be you just get in the car and steer
All alone, just you and them stars up there
Find a highway outside of the gen-pop
Turn up the music, go till the engine stops
And that's life but with these guy's prices
It's cheaper to just drink yourself to sleep, huh
Dependency can be your best friend once you know
That drugs and alcohol is all you've got that's dependable
It's enough to make you wanna huff on paint again
And lock you in the bathroom with the Jameson
Nah man, come down here and make a friend
If you do right, won't remember tonight
We still open so have another cold one
Until you don't recognise where you woke up
And don't throw up, nah hold your liquor
My tattoo gorilla be quick to eighty-six ya
Now get lost in the river of smoke
As it floats towards the ceiling that measures your growth
Life is better with a poor memory
But don't forget to leave a tip on the bar for the remedy

[Hook]

Ay buddy wake up, wake up
Wake up, there's no sleeping at the bar man, get up
It's time to settle out your tab
You've had, you've had enough
You've got, you've got to go home, wake up
Yo, aiyyo, ay Stevie come over here man, check this guy
He's still dazed?
Hey buddy

EP: "Sad Clown Bad Fall #10" (2007)

• Peyote Lyrics – Atmosphere
• Party Over Here Lyrics – Atmosphere
• Make The Sun Come Out Lyrics – Atmosphere
• The Rooster Lyrics – Atmosphere
• Lyndale Avenue User's Manual Lyrics – Atmosphere

Peyote Lyrics – Atmosphere

[Verse 1]
She goes by the nickname Peyote, her real name is Iris
Appearance doesn't matter so I'm not gonna describe it
She was a dancer down at edit this portion
I can't name the spot, they don't merit the promotion
But I been there look like any strip club
Everybody slicked up trying to get they dick sucked
Smoke and mirrors, you know fake magic tricks
Like these people didn't come here just for ass and tits
But this one in particular was popular with midlife ballers
and white collar out of towners
Plus it attracted athletic individuals that came here to play against
the twins and the timber wolves
Safe to say she made the rent good
Twenty years of age a spot up in Kentwood
She had the car, the dog, and the kitchen sink
She had a drug-free body didn't even drink
She had a sister who wouldn't stop giving her shit
for dropping out of art school to be a stripper
Iris was sick and tired of the questions
But big sis didn't understand the perspective
She knows her little sister isn't a slut
But she objectifies herself and contributes to the gluttony
Now here's Iris stealin' from the devil to buy some time
to make life something special

[Chorus]
Where did you go? When did you fall?
That little one, you all grown up
Oh how they've grown, those days are done
Under the gun, now you are dealt
Where did you go? When did you fall?
That little one, you all grown up
Oh how they've grown, those days are done
Look at us, who you to judge?

[Verse 2]
Her oldest sisters name was Jocelyn
Awfully slim, on a diet of bottled water and oxygen
She lives on higher water by the Target
And she dates a photographer, that's how she started modeling
She ain't no supermodel, this is Minneap for that you'd have to move to Chicago
Or maybe LA or NY
Now she does what she does here and she gets by
And her boyfriend gets a little currency
Taking photos for advertising agencies
Now he's gonna steal from the devil
Stick it to the man, revolutionary rebel
One afternoon after work he went to the strip club
just to loosen up that shirt
He and a couple job associates are gonna sink them drinks
like they about to be extinct
Never met his girlfriends little sister
But she recognized him from cell phone pictures
Any other circumstances she'd have hollered
But topless in heels is a little bit awkward
Eventually his friends leave
And when he gets up, she grabs him by the coat sleeve
Too drunk to catch what she says
But he did offer her three hundred on some head, like

[Chorus]

When you do wrong it makes me want to do right
It also cancels out the guilt that makes the load feel light
It also gives some leverage to the morally impaired
So make mistakes for us to hold over your hair

Party Over Here Lyrics – Atmosphere

Party over here, fuck you over there [x8]

[Verse 1]
And there she blows, slip into the bathroom
Lock the door, sniffing like a vacuum
And I know that it ain't nobodies business
But last time she was in there for twenty minutes
Her roommate Ruth sitting at that booth
Sucking on that wine like she's gonna find the truth
Just wait 'till her lips turn blood red
She'll fall in love with whoever, 'nuff said
And that's Johnson
He's always on some agro frat bro gangsta stompin'
Acts like he's the only white boy from Compton
If real G's show up, the attitude is gone
Jill forgot that they agreed no coke
Cause Jacks on the couch passed out with his mouth open
Led Zepplin, Stairway To Heaven
Stay in step cause anyone can have a weapon
Just like Chad, real white trash
Short fuse quick to put his foot up your ass
Heads up, that's his wife Rebecca
And I advise you to try not to smile at her
And lets all have deep conversation
Alcohol and dialogue, perfect combination
Throw in a cokehead or a pothead
Just can't stop them thought provoking topics
Look somebody puked in the fridge
Ain't that great, it's where the beer lives
The music's too loud to hear the fire alarm
And I'ma set a fire if you don't change the song
C'mon

[Verse 3]
Nothing but love
Yeah there was a party, many people came through
Standing on the wall, cause that's what I do
Small-talk shot dialogue push snooze
Defense mechon cause I got a lotta shoes (issues)
The moment got stolen by a lady in red
With a campaign slogan about the straight edge
But her sentence is broken
Her focus a fraction
The ash on her Camels at an inch and a half
And her voice starts to crack
And her head starts to twitch
And Ant looks at me like, "What's up with this bitch?"
I can tell by the stains and the way she complains
That pills ain't to blame and it ain't cocaine
Shes had too, too, too much coffee

[Verse 2]
Nate must have drank a lot of Black Label
Tryin' to play the Rottwieler under the table
Now light another cigarette off of the stove
Both ya'll drunk, which one of ya'll drove?
These people need to stay off the sauce
I'm shocked that the neighbors ain't called the cops
The music, the drunk, the fights out front
And half of these kids ain't even near twenty one
Who's party is this, who's home is this?
How'd I get here man, I do grownup shit
Let me know when your games are all done
Cause I can't fuck with these games you call fun

Have fun [x11]

Party over here, fuck you over there [x8]

Make The Sun Come Out Lyrics – Atmosphere

About noonish, I woke up to the music
Blaring outta the clock I inherited from pops
After snooze is hit twice or trice
I climb off of this madras to go find my life
Where's my wifey at? Wait, that's right
She slept at her sister's, 'cause we had a fight last night
Looks like one of her cat's got sick
That's either vomit or shit, right next to the fridge
There's no coffee left, just tea, green
Did my best to try to make believe that it was caffeine
After a minute, I had a cold shower
And oh, I was pissed off at no hot water
Hello landlord as I get dressed
Expressed my stress in the message that I left
So when you get a chance, please call me
Gotta go, just found cat shit in the clean laundry
And yesterday's pants is the option
There's already money in the front pocket
No snow yet, but it's still freezing
So I throw on a coat with a hoodie underneath it
Ignore all the bills on the table
'Cause I don't love 'em - fuck 'em, who told them I was faithful
Shoes, keys, wallet and my temper
Out the front door into a cold November
Now wait a minute, look who got a parking ticket
I live here, why I need a fucking permit?
I guess underground rap has its perks
'Cause all of the sudden the speakers don't wanna work
Stereo is dead, no lights, no features
And hold up, the heater ain't on either
It must be a fuse, at least it starts
I dip to the shop that sells the car parts
And the cashier is like, man I don't know shit
But you ain't gonna treat me like I don't know shit
Bob, that's your job Bob, do your job Bob
Sell me a fuse and point me to the door knob
Installed the fuse and let the heater blow
Music comes on, thermometer is three below
Son's mom calls, I answer it on speaker phone
At same damn time, someone backs into my vehicle
Turn the auto-pilot on man
I just wanted to go to the studio to write a song man
Meltdown now, might as well ?blank out?
?Shine'll come back? once we pull up to Ant's house
That's the place I bury, all of the weight I carry
Southside basement, that's like my sanctuary
I love life - that's what this one's about
So go ahead and hit record and ?let? the sun come out, now

The Rooster Lyrics – Atmosphere

[Verse 1]
Blue collar Eddie and his better half Deloris
Used to be mantle pieces down at the black forest
And I don't know if that bar still exists
But when did so did they a couple bleeding heart kids
Everything volatile, every night rocker style
Hop a stool be discreet and just watch a while
But Do your best to keep the level observational
Drama is attractive so push it when it takes a pull
And each nights are random, when you've paid a ransom
for the right Sing along with them drinkin' anthems
And these fools paid so many dues that Everybody stops to salute
Well One night after another fight,
a couple from an opposite table offered an invite
Deloris didn't want to join 'em wasn't feelin' social
But Eddie was so aggravated that he had to poke holes
He walked over sat in the dialogue
And Called at Deloris like some kind of dog (hey hey hey hey girl come here)
She can't believe it she's done she's had it
But she doesn't want to make another scene in this establishment
She got up and mozied over, and put her arm up around Eddie's shoulder
Nobody's sober, the song is the same
Sometimes you stick out your chin to catch the rain

[Chorus]
You can be winner you can be a loser
Gotta wake up when you here the rooster
Sometimes its just too simple to live your life wrong
Gotta do right for you when the time come

[Verse 2]
The clock keeps drinkin, they keep tickin
There's two more people who get to play positions
Samantha and chuck not a couple just roommates
Out having too many shots on a Tuesday
Who knew they'd be tools for the duo
Put a little bit of fire on the fuel
It's a kinda blue intentions aint cruel
But everybody's so ready to bend up the rules
Now there's chuck staring at Deloris,
Eddie is distracted by Samantha So he doesn't notice
And everybody's too fucked up
To even assess the mess, Much less care enough
More whiskey, A pitcher of premium,
Andy's gettin' tipsy he didn't see it comin'
On his way back from a visit with that urinal,
Tryin' to straitin' out his thoughts and the vertigo
Weaves through stops when he seen em picture perfect
It looked just like freedom
Deloris on chucks lap kissin' em hard,
Eddie dipped into the winter, left them all at the bar
Sometimes you gotta follow whats felt inside,
Between the power struggles and selfish pride
No one is allowed to cry unfair
Cuz now they both get to drink alone somewhere

[Chorus]
You can be winner you can be a loser
Gotta wake up when you here the rooster
Sometimes its just too simple to live your life wrong
Gotta do right for you when the time come

Lyndale Avenue User's Manual Lyrics – Atmosphere

[Chorus]
We could try to change to make a new life
Don't mean we gon' do right tonight
We could try to change to make a new life
Don't mean we gon' do right tonight

[Refrain]
Hey mother, don't let them know you
They hunger to hold you down and control you
Hey lover, don't let 'em love you
They'll lay on top of you to stay above you

[Chorus X2]
We could try to change to make a new life
Don't mean we gon' do right tonight
We could try to change to make a new life
Don't mean we gon' do right tonight

We all need something we can stake the blame on
It can't be your dance that made this rain storm
It must be the alcohol, and you hate this place cos the town's too small
And everybody there's so fake
Be a brand new day if they was half awake
Smile'n your face like 'yes sir'
Waitin til ya turn your back so they can whisper
And you ain't tryin' to love none of 'em
Na, ya know better right? Ya learned something
But even If The first few burst through
They only pursue cause they wanna hurt you
It comes with a smokers cough
Gonna turn it on until it's broken off
Cos suffering didn't crush his 'just not enough'
They wanna hold you down until they lock you up

[Chorus X2]
We could try to change to make a new life
Don't mean we gon' do right tonight
We could try to change to make a new life
Don't mean we gon' do right tonight

[Refrain]
Hey sister, don't let them touch you
So friendly when they're close enough to cut you
Hey mister, don't let them break you

EP: "Sad Clown Bad Summer #9" (2007)

• Sunshine Lyrics – Atmosphere
• The Number One Lyrics – Atmosphere
• RFTC Lyrics – Atmosphere
• Mattress Lyrics – Atmosphere
• Don't Forget Lyrics – Atmosphere

Sunshine Lyrics – Atmosphere

Ain't no way to explain or say
How painful the hangover was today
In front of the toilet, hands and knees
Trying to breathe in between the dry heaves
My baby made me some coffee
Afraid that if I drink some it's probably coming right back out me
Couple of advil, relax and chill
At a standstill with how bad I feel
I think I need to smell fresh hair
So I stepped out the back door and fell down the stairs
The sunlight hit me dead in the eye
Like it's mad I gave half the day to last night
My bad sight made me trip on my ass right into that patch of grass like that's life
All of a sudden, I realize something
The weather is amazing, even the birds are bumpin
Stood up and took a look and a breath
And there's that bike that I forgot that I possessed
Never really seen exercise as friendly
But I thing something's telling me to ride that ten speed
The brakes are broken, it's alright
The tires got air and the chain seems tight
Hopped on and felt the summertime,
It reminds me of one of them Musab lines like

[Chorus 2X]

Sunshine, sunshine, it's fine
I feel it in my skin, warming up my mind,
Sometimes you gotta give in to win,
I love the days when it shines, whoa let it shine

If I could I would keep this feeling in a plastic jar
Bust it out whenever someone's actin hard
Settle down, barbeque in the backyard
The kids get treats and old folks get classic cars
Every day that gets to pass is a success
Every woman looks better in a sun dress
The sunshine's an excuse to shoot hoops, get juice
Show improve their moves and let loose
I hear voices, I see smiles to match em
Good times and you can feel it in the fashion
Even though the heat cooks up the action
The streets still got butterflies
Enough kids to catch 'em
Ridin my bike around these lakes man
Feelin like I finally figured out my escape plan
Take it all and the day started off all wrong
Somehow now that hangover is all gone
Ain't nothing like the sound of the leaves
When the breeze penetrates these southside trees
Leanin' up against one, watchin the vibe
Forgettin' all about the stress, thanking god I'm alive
It's so simple, I had to keep the song simple
When I get home I'm gonna open all the windows
Feelin all right, stopped at a stop sign
A car pulled up, bumpin Fresh Prince's Summertime

[Chorus 2X]

The Number One Lyrics – Atmosphere

Her name was Stephanie something
She lived out in Richville, right off of Portland
I'm talking bout back in the ninth grade
Still had a pony tail, couldn't grow a high fade
Used to take the 5 way out to the suburbs
Waitin at the bus stop, there was my lovebird
She would get on, sit down, scoot me over
And smile with a jheri curl restin on my shoulder
And we would hit the mall together
Maybe hold each other's hand or share a Dr. Pepper
And all we ever did was kiss, no sex
But in our defense, there was never any stress

On the phone late at night when I'm supposed to be in bed
Mama doesn't know I'm talking to Lynette
I had a lot of sweet nothing to say
You could say a whole lot of nothing has changed to this day
We was fourteen, but she had breasts
Although we was both too young for anything sexual
Just wanted her to know that she was special
She used to write me notes, do you like me, yes no?
And I don't know if it was practice for later
But both of us would break up back to spend time together
I don't ever remember trying to make her feel bad
Back then we didn't see things like that

There used to be a spot called the Boulevard theatre
And as a kid when a movie came out I would see it there
Sneakin in to the R-rated feature
I think I was fifteen, that's how I met Lisa
She showed up with a group of fly girls
So me and my crew was in superfly world
After the flick we all went outside
Paired off, took a walk into that night
I can't imagine that happening now
The inner sense is gone and all the magic ran out
I wonder if my son will get to understand the fun
That comes from the summer with the one you call the one

There used to a be a fear and a nervousness
But back then it wasn't cause of domestic disturbances
It used to just hurt your heart
But now it's not enough until it rips the universe apart
Got to see a lot of love when I was a kid
Heartbreak made me wanna die but I never did
So this is for my own babysitter,
Wanted to sneak out and fall asleep by the lake with ya
Smells like candy, felt like family
For every girl that ever held me in the back seat
Used to vision being love struck with em
Till I got blindsided by these grown-up women

RFTC Lyrics – Atmosphere

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 running through your veins
You look like a war vet staring at them trains
It's like you zen the fuck out
Sittin in the bushes, letting all the bugs out
One smoke one beer, when the coast is clear you disappear until your zone stoned on the fear
Looking at scarred box cars
Focusing and notice one of the ones most fit
Its like that one there, has got your name all over it
So that one there, is getting 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, disturbing the masses of rats with these thin tips and fat caps
Thinking bout your little brother, cause he been trying 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 (2X):]
Run, run, run these yards
Run, run, run don't get caught
Run, run, run every piece understood
(I want to tell him you were good on the foot now)
Run, run, run these yards
Run, run, run don't get caught
Run, run, run every piece understood
(Better believe you ran as fast as you could)

It wasn't fast enough, a simple catch
Cornered in the parking lot hiding in the trash
You heard the footsteps, heart beating hard
Are you gonna have to fight with a trainyard guard?
You stepped out on some, yup let's start this
Puffin out your chest like you wasn't in the garbage
And that's when the universe stopped
Cause your looking straight at a uniformed officer
What you think, should you run, run
And take a chance at getting some from his stunt gun
That ain't one on one, plus he look kinda young
The type that might beat your ass just for fun, huh
So tell me what the fuck are you supposed to do
Already thinking about the cuffs holding you
Already got a few cases over you
But then the police man says, no it's cool
What, where's the punch line, can't call it
Too many paint fumes, must've lost it
He handed you your bag and said here, I think you dropped this
Cause this cop grew up on hip hop

[Chorus (2X):]
Run, run, run these yards
Run, run, run don't get caught
Run, run, run every piece understood
(It all depends on where the pieces are put)

Run, run, run these yards
Run, run, run don't get caught
Run, run, run every piece understood
(Now do your thing and make the neighborhood look good)

Mattress Lyrics – Atmosphere

[Chorus 2X:]
All your secrets stay safe
All your liars will lay
All your stories are stains
On that mattress

Ain't no way to ignore yourself
A lot to say, no one to tell
We all think that you're so cool cause nobody knows that nobody knows you
Paint brush color up them flaws
Break up send them broken laws
You can't share all the facts with a home made crosshair on your back
Everybody wanna tell the tale
Like the chips might fall but they never fail
You still don't realize, take a look around
Do we seem surprised
So we don't even need to know
About the poor decisions that feed your growth
Nah, we just wanna see the now what
Can you keep a secret, can you keep your mouth shut

[Chorus 2X]

You can't even tell your mirror
Anyone can seem so sincere
Watch whatever you volunteer
Voices argue all over here
She was pointing at a hand
When she said let's move this ball to the bed
First time on her field, hit a homerun
Wash your hands, don't tell no one
Better check yourself
Cause the best part of you the part kept to self
Will never forget how it felt
Look at how well you dealt with the guilt now

[Chorus 2X]

You gotta secret but everybody does
And the whole damn courtroom wanna be the judge
You don't wanna be distracted
And take our minds off our own malpractice
Everybody talk about their past
Like today's mistake is gonna be the last
We wanna see behind your mask
Like we ain't got our backyard to trash
Well this one drink and drive
And that one there, cheats on his wife
Broken promises, deadbeat dads
Overdoses, and one night stands
Let's all make a mess
And try to project some kind of perfection
And let me sing you a song
Cause I ain't the first thing you ever did wrong

Don't Forget Lyrics – Atmosphere

It was still dark when Mark arrived
Maybe 6:45 in the morning time
In the tenth grade, we was tight friends
But neither of us had a driver's license
His mom was a flight attendant
And she'd leave town with a Cadillac unattended
So we used to get tempted,
That intense tendency to tend to what we wasn't meant to
We would skip out on class and shit
To go visit other schools, just tryin to act cool
And looking back I have to laugh at it
Cause all we did was burn up gas and flunk math fool
But still it was super ill,
I mean two teenagers in a new Seville
With 1987 in the tapedeck
That was a part of my life that I'll never forget
It went...

[Chorus 2X]

The soundtrack still runs through my head
I gotta keep every single step
As old as we get, we don't forget
We won't forget
We don't forget

And you can't tell me nothing about frontin
We wasn't even sixteen yet, come on jump in
Cruise control until we lose control
Max the low end out to let it bruise my soul
And god knows I should have been studying
So maybe I could grow up and be somebody
But I loved the looks that the girls shot at me from the bus stop
When we pulled up in that caddy
Good thing back then I had bad game
Otherwise there probably be a few with my last name
Better that my true love was rap
Now let it out on reverse, until the bad dub snaps
Felt so right, forgot we was wrong
Sittin at a stop light, singin along
When I look in my rearview now, what would I see
If I didn't have the music in my history, now give it to me

[Chorus 2X]

And we was just a couple of kids
It was right around the same time that nobody was beatin the biz
Had that, and I know you got soul
On a tape that I made, recorded em off a (?) show
I was addicted to the radio
Make my request, and wait for it
Holdin my finger on the pause button, like "now go"
I guess that was the original download
Rap videos and girls digits
A fifteen pack of blank cassettes for Christmas
Used to steal mom's change if it's easy to
We used to make up names for our graffiti crew
Used to talk about makin it big
And if we ever got rich, the way we would live
Hey Mark, we ain't there yet but
If you can hear my voice then turn your stereo up, like what...

[Chorus 2X]

EP: "Happy Clown Bad Dub 8 / Fun EP" (2006)

• Say Hey There Lyrics – Atmosphere
• Panic Attack Lyrics – Atmosphere
• They Call It Lyrics – Atmosphere
• You Make Me Wanna Lyrics – Atmosphere
• Secret Lyrics – Atmosphere
• Spaghetti Strapped Lyrics – Atmosphere
• Horny Ponycorn Horns Lyrics – Atmosphere

Say Hey There Lyrics – Atmosphere

[Verse 1]
What ya gonna do? Slam Doors? Break a glass?
Maybe pass out on the kitchen floor with your naked a#$?
She still makes time to hate me
But basically I'm overbooked no emotional vacancy
Complacency seems so simple
Like f#*k it, let me be the one you fight and call mister right
It's an addiction bound to stick around
Cause a junky won't bounce till he hits the ground
These drugs ain't as good as we wish they were
This buzz doesn't keep us from missin her
And that love that built all of this emphasis
Spilled enough guilt to kill Electra and Oedipus
It's easier to leave it there
Each time I see your tears makes me need a beer to relieve the fear
I wanna keep a clear sky and fly away like a meteor
Outa here, maybe next year I'll reappear

[Chorus]
I say hey there, we don't play fair
You can't stay here, I hope you take care [4X]

[Verse 2]
Sometimes you make me feel like such a p%^@k
That even I'm convinced that I'm the one that's sick
You can fuss and bitch, you can cut your wrist
Or you can choke on that blood from the tongue you've bit
And when you acted up, best believe I blessed you back
I've got a fucking fan base that can attest to that
I'm returning this bleeding hearts club membership card
Cause I want no motherfuckin part of it
We're just two dogs on all fours
It's a tug of war for who loves you more
Blame it on tours or locked bathroom doors
Or maybe it's cause my voice was louder than yours
And I'll be damned if I do this for forever
Everybody lookin at me like I don't know better
Instead I gotta run if I'm ever gonna forget her
Cause I've always been a go-getter

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
And now I got a head full of better off dead
I followed down them steps, and slept in the wrong bed
If I had a breath of self-respect left
I'd set fire to the box spring to help it catch wreck
Let these ashes represent the mattress
Director left the set but nobody told the actress
So she's still actin as if we scheduled a practice
And my soundtrack is compromising her theatrics

You remind me of me, it's not a compliment, get your song on
Who you trying to be? I've got no tolerance left for drama
You would like to go free, jump off the fence, let your claws out
You remind me of me, run from all of them till they all gone

Then here we go again with my threats to leave
Like I've ever left a she who wouldn't let me breathe
Instead I kept it deep enough to get you to believe
That I'm incapable of escaping and setting you free
Well I'ma open up that map and see the nation
Call it vocation, call it a vacation
You can find me at the airport waiting
Or maybe I'll be chain smoking down at the train station
With the pose of a mack and my clothes in a sack
Gotta go and I don't know when I'll be back
Get my last pay check, smash and make steps
Gone, on the run with Kool G. Rap in the tape deck

[Chorus X2]

Panic Attack Lyrics – Atmosphere

[Verse 1]
Little mama got a little pill to swallow
A little water to follow it down the tunnel
Got a lot of walls but the house is hollow
Got a lot of holes, never found the shovel
Panic attack, so what's the plan of attack?
You had to be had, you cut it in half, you had to react
You battle with your shadow from front to back
Stack up the stats, handle the math and that'll be that
Hold your head up, I know your fed up
But don't let it get up to the top of them steps love
Instead of playing with the pieces that got messed up
Get dressed up, we going out to catch the best buzz
Self-medicated, spirit on elevated
Help take the self-made self-hate and celebrate it
And I could tell you hated it when you felt naked
But the poison tastes great, wanna know how the hell they made it?
And if the dizzy don't kill you, the city will
Simply for the thrill of wiping up a sticky spill
Little tricky, get busy of a fifty bill
So take that little pill straight to your pretty grill

[Hook X8]
Here it comes, there it goes again
Panic attack

So what you drinking? So what you popping?
So what you eating? So what you dropping?
So what you smoking? So what you sniffing?
So how you coping? So what's the difference?

[Verse 2]
Contagious, it runs like the paint does
Sedate the sober and over anxious
The pages of pain that make the songs on the playlist
The renegade rain that jumped just to flood the basements
Look honey everybody needs a helper buddy
No body's drug free, the streets would be hella bloody
Do you call yourself a patient of a junky?
The only thing that separates is who takes your money
All smile like we're gonna go buck wild
Order up a shot, prescription filled up now
Pop another (what?) distracted by the rush while
We fight all night about what to name the lovechild
I'm on that go-nuts life that got that gold touch
Fresh, fly, wild, bold, what? Like the cold crush
No luck, don't hold much, just an old flush
Made up of hearts, Queen high off the faux-blush
Freak-outs speak out, and bleed out, and speak out
And reroute and seek out the weak crowd
If we doubt, but when I see it keep out the beast
I'll believe for now, it's all "peace, I got to be out"

[Hook X8]
Here it comes, there it goes again
Panic attack

Panic attack [X3]

They Call It Lyrics – Atmosphere

[Verse 1]
Don't you love it madly when it sleeps in your basement
On some gladly-pay-you-Tuesday-for-a-hamburger-today shit?
And don't you love the way you can relate
To everything your favourite rapper has to say about your hatred?
Get a hobby, now why they wanna watch me
In some hotel lobby getting sloppy with this pillow built mommy?
Probably never be global like 2Pac
But the local boys will beat my shit hard in their jukebox
Sitting here pretending I'm not tipsy
Watching over sensitive hippies use my records for they dog Frisbees
Be a good little fishy
And book me a ticket to your city so your girlfriend will kiss me
I'm the bee that came to pollinate the flower
Make a meal, borrow a towel and take a shower
It's called love, in return they make bread
Pay dollars, make beds, catch buzz, give head

[Hook]
They call it love and I get plenty of it
The rich kids burn it, my broke people dub it
They call it hate and I get plenty of it
The snakes always wanna put your name where their tongue splits
They call it love and I get plenty of it
Give hugs to the public, put plugs in the budget
They call it hate and I get plenty of it
But they know who to call when they want the party jumping

[Verse 2]
We bust into your system, search through the evidence
Opening hoping to find why you love your residence
Puts your fists up or put your chips up
Advocate, act adult or get your fabric ripped up
They said like what? Like they didn't know me
Six foot three, ugly mug and a simple flow
Like that? Like that! And a bottle of Jimmy Beam
Peace, my name is Slug and I'm down with the winning team
They wanna kill my steam, I didn't care
Just lead me to the Phoebe with the pretty hair
Jumping up and down with the passion of a battle
Jester of the kingdom, see me mack 'em at the castle
Sean is such an asshole! Nah I'm a dickhead
Stealing cigarettes from the rest of the mislead
Enjoy me, avoid me, do what you must do
But man up and understand why they don't love you

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Looking through your pinhole, who you gonna insult?
Atmosphere get up in here, yeah, where'd your grin go?
Got a sock full of nickels and quarters
For unsupportive cock smokers that wanna ripple these waters
You hate to love it, keep changing up the subject
Still ain't saying nothing, we knew that you would jump ship
Get back inside your magic pumpkin you puppet
Cause all you got left in your life is a big 'What if?'
No names, this pertains to a flock of you
The fuck you gonna do when no one's watching you?
Sweep up the fuck-ups, tighten up the lug nuts
Let your world turn with no concern for what Slug does
I'm not number one, I'm just my mother's son
No regrets, show respect, what's done is done
I understand why you're so discouraged
Now show your love like it was when you was this moment

[Hook]

"We may not do this recording again, and maybe not give it to fellas again
So we hope you enjoyed listening to this album half as much
As we enjoyed playing it for you, cause we had a ball"

You Make Me Wanna Lyrics – Atmosphere

Rock the house

"You make me wanna die"

He said it like he meant it
Story over no more
hopin to prevent it

"You make me wanna live"

She said that with a straight face
And she placed keep sakes
Inside her suitcase

"Everything you say is a lie"

He said that with a smirk
Fully aware that it'll hurt
When it hits the nerve

"You've never heard a word I've said"

She responded
But he heard that
And remembered it forever like a promise

Now here we are, wearing hatred on our masks
Let's carry on, put all your eggs inside that basket

Swing it round, until that wooden handle snaps
Sort 'em all out and only keep the ones that cracked

"You make me wanna die"

That's why I trust you
That's so I can look you in the eye and say I love you

[Chorus]
[Background voice chanting]
Set us free

[Woman]
I want to live
I want to die

I've never seen a sun decide to set so abrupt
As it does when the gun inside of you wakes up

Almost as if it's trying to hide from your tantrums
Head full of hurt, pride, a closet full of phantoms

Never seen the sun shine quite so loud
As it does when that little girl makes herself proud

Almost as if it wants to come play a part
In those moments when your heart ain't afraid of the dark

But sometimes I swear you make the sun confused
It wants to rise but it over-analyzes what to do

It cries more than you, when the storms come knockin
tries to hide it's face, just avoid watchin

I would ride by and wave, but there aint no parade
So I'ma stay and wait for the day the sun goes away

[Chorus]
[Background voice chanting]
Set us free

[Woman]
I want to live
I want to die

What is it about women that brings out my venom
Thought it was a peach, it tasted like a lemon

I ate it anyway, can't help it's my natural
From one extreme to another, no room for practical

Just act casual maybe they won't notice
Or fall off the planet so you can escape the focus

Break the dirt; bury me down when I'm broken
Or let the under-current carry me out to the ocean

Can't swim as good as I could as a child
But as a kid, I never swam just stood there and smiled

Even though the idea of drownin in you
Seems kinda like it might be the wrong thing to do

You gotta take a look at you and I, the clown and the fool
Love can make suicide sound so cool

[Chorus]
[Background voice chanting]
Set us free

[Woman]
I want to live
I want to die

Let's watch the sun disappear into the water
Let's watch these people, and point at the imposters

Let's lay it on the line, let's travel across it
Let's live forever no matter what it costs us

Claustrophobic, lots of down talk
Toss clothes in and turn it off
Easily lost in moments

Forgot the motives, sun almost exploded
Lookin for proof, who would've knew, toy gun was loaded

Go ahead and throw it out into the waves
Say goodbye to yesterday and try to fly the stress away

Took it from the sky and looked it straight into the eye
Silence, trying to read between the snore and the sigh

There's a reason that they say that they can't take it with 'em
I'm your leavin cuz of love, it really isn't livin

Secret Lyrics – Atmosphere

[Intro]
If fact I remember you
You rap too? Oh that's right
Yeah you used to come to my shows
Whenever I was in your city
I guess I should apologize for giving you the credit
Of being more intelligent than you looked
I guess it's a good thing that God loves ugly
Yo, remember when you asked me for some advice?

[Verse]
Come one, it's easy, all you gotta do
Is nod to the beat, talk about what's wrong with you
I did it, a couple others did too
And you can follow in these footprints if shoes fit you
From all regions now, they're trying to steal the style
Look they bit me, and I'm tryin to hide my smile
Cause I tell you, ain't much as flattering
As a grasshopper tryin to smash a teacher with a battle ram
I ain't made, always been a fan of flashbacks
Go ahead, wear your heart on your backpack
But don't forget my name when you start to talk shit
Up in the atmosphere with God in the cockpit
Self-deprecate my way to a better fate
Meditate through the hate, let 'em speculate
Elevate the heat, burn 'em up like hot cakes
Cops came late, tried to fix it all with scotch tape
Pain, the brand new escape, from the brain
And strange days that came with the mistakes
Mis-tastes a little bit to dangerous
I see where they hittin makes me wonder what they aimin with

That's gotta hurt man, put it in the chorus
See if I can get your girlfriend to sing it for us
She like it, it helps her understand you
And you like it, it helps you understand too
And I should walk away, it's getting hard to keep control
When I'm checking all these stalkers, and my records aren't even gold
Breathe in slow, conserve the temper
Show these mother fuckers what this microphone is meant for

Try not to curse, it hurts the verse
It proves that you have a strong lack of better words
But sometimes nothing can replace a cut
Just turn up the bass and come face the front
They ain't trying to listen if you've got a lot to say
And some nothing, still catch a lot of pay
Man, I wanna play, but I'm not gonna walk my way
Back to Coney Island just to catch a couple props today
I nominate myself as the governor
Faced in front of the judge, like I wasn't fuckin her
Yes ma'am, no ma'am, get with the program
Already had you bent over the desk singin slow jams
Peace to the Molemen, Murs, Sage Francis
Anyone else done the work, can take chances
First and the last months rent takes precedent
Other than that, god bless the Fifth Element
Don't give a fuck what ya'll think of Slug
Take your fangs out if you ain't drinkin blood
And blame it on that life you don't live
But shit talking says more about you than we kid

[Outro]
And now we gotta a little secret (don't we) [repeated in background as well]
And every time I see you man, I'm gonna remember
You are not who you wish you were
You are not what you wish you were right?
Do me a favor man, you hate me?
Just walk past me man, don't even acknowledge me
Just pretend I don't exist man, don't even look at me man
Ba-bam ba-bam-BAM [repeated]

[altered lyrics from song "BAM"]

We land on your plate like a housefly
Just another face from the southside
The fall guy, all eyes on the tall small fry
While I try not to make your doll cry
What you call "fly"? What you call "fresh"
Multi-bulls-eye-sex-and-checks-and-death
I guess I'm best left for dead in a breath
That was never impressed by what's possessed
Girlfriend I need your help
Cause the head on my shoulders won't fuck itself
And when you're ready come around uptown
Up Up girl let your strap down, put your strap down

Spaghetti Strapped Lyrics – Atmosphere

Hey Girl
What you lookin' like?
I have seen you get up, and go to that bathroom
Like five or six times in the last twenty minutes
What the hell's going on?

[Verse 1]
Under the great wide gray sky
Still the same guy watching the paint dry
With bloodshot snake eyes
My lady still hates me like you know she should
Because the simple things in life don't get overlooked
But now I'm here with a glass full of beer
Positioned in my chair to watch your ass from a mirror
Hungover and horny, dirty old man
Weed junky drunk leaving tips for the dope man
I'll impress her with my jukebox selections
Spit a couple words in exchange for affection
And if those legs work as good as they look girl
You can walk up and down the page in my book
Can you spell secret?
Come get your feet wet
Let me make up pet names for all your little regrets
(Here let me buy you a drink as a token of my erection)
Hoping that you'll open up and put down your weapons

[Chorus]
Up, up, girl let your strap down, put your strap down
Up, up, girl put your strap down

[Verse 2]
Spaghetti strapped, another lap around the track
I had to suffer punching onto somebody's back
What's up with that?
Where's the independence?
Find the dotted line between acquainted with and friendship
But damn got head rushed, can't stop
What's the big fuss it was just a little hand job
So what if her friend took off her bra and socks and drawers
It was like a massage-a-trois
Why the witnesses always positioned up in your business
Like they're invested in your best interests
Who I be with, and who I leave with
Affects this vicarious life that the weak live
Guess now the pressure's on me to charm you
Relieve you of your weapon, disarm you
See if I can get you off this barstool
We all wanna know if I can get you out your clothes girl

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
From the star-fuckers to the hard lovers
Passing judgment on none
Everyone's got scars mother
Some of them will never heal
Sometimes you gotta step aside; you wanna see how the weather feels
You can't avoid them or fill a void with 'em
If you're nuts you'll enjoy trying to make him your boyfriend
I'm like a pile of paper and ribbons the day after Christmas
(Naw, naw for real I will take my clothes off right here girl)
Who wants to help me, I'm looking for a muse
This time around I'm trying to cook up the blues
Let's make a little love, a little hate
A little give and take and give it to the kids that can relate
And we don't even have a choice
It's the balance, the bits between your ears and my voice
So praise God that the rain ain't stopped
Let's head to my spot and take that wet tank-top off now