Do you want respect, or do you want truth?
[Verse 1:]
Life's too short to be afraid of the dark
And we don't stop after making the mark
Separate your chest from your heart
To help everybody wag your tail with a lot less bark
Put the costume angst away
I was born on the year of the razorblade
I'm in the back corner of a one way train
This storm ain't nothing but Sunday rain
Let's go
[Hook:]
(Do you want respect, or do you want truth?)
Get a taste of your soul when you hold breath
(Do you want respect, or do you want truth?)
We act like we got a whole lot of road left
(Do you want respect, or do you want truth?)
So don't mind if I drive with the top down
(Do you want respect, or do you want truth?)
Let me know that you know what you want now
[Verse 2:]
Earthbound, aim for the soft spot
So much purpose I walk like a molotov
Shot glass, rock hard, penetrate nonstop
Cops on the way with the bomb squad
Now let it be known
We're trying to get ahead before we get a headstone
But a rich man still face death alone
That's why we turn up the touch and connect the tone
Get shown
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Dashboard ain't clean as it was
Back before I first took the last seat on this bus
But the children dance when we beat the drums
And they still understand why we speak in tongues
All city, American built
A pocket full of cash take care of the guilt
The crabs all crash in a barrell of milk
But when they clear the snow I'mma steer the Seville
It goes, look for the sign, wait for the right time
A lifetime to outlive the night time
And when the paint chips fall
Gonna find my name on the wall with the crown in the skyline
I keep bad on the back of my mind
I'm an average guy, I just happen to fly
Supernatural high and I'm laughing inside
One nation with a capital I
Come on
[Hook]
[Verse 4:]
Everybody wanna be the next to blow
So let it flow, so fresh it grow
Just to let you know I could let you go, ho ho
Millenium Do-Re-Mi-So-Fa-La-Ti-Do-Do
Everybody's difficult, everybody's simple
We all on death row, we all gon' tip toe
I run with kleptos, I still wear big clothes
Hold my dick the way you hold your crystals
Pissing in the middle of nowhere
Fishing in a lake full of frozen tears
I'm like a polar bear from the Southside of over there
I disappear into the open air, Atmosphere
Get a taste of your soul when you hold breath
We act like we got a whole lot of road left
She Don't Know Why She Love It lyrics - Atmosphere
[Verse 1:]
Liar, you don't live nothing like your photo
Soft like a marshmallow, heart pumps cocoa
I put my hood up to look like a cobra
Minnesota make moves like a poker
No joker, shake up the snow globe
Blow me on a roller coaster at Como
I'm at the grocery store in my bathrobe
Bad bad daddy and I still ain't plateaued
Southsider, pied piper
Settin' traps for the rats in the choir
Big Slug got love for hire
With the turntables up on the drum riser
Now let your momma admire this rhyme writer
While I catch last dance at the Lamplighter
Don't ever fight the desire to kill a spider
If it bit the hand of a vampire
[Hook:]
(She don't know why she love it)
I'm on top of the world
Watch the waves
(She don't know why she love it)
I'm at a truck stop, about to cop some shades
(She don't know why she love it)
I'm at the horse track, blacked out backstage
(She don't know why she love it)
There's a time and place to stop riding the brakes
(She don't know why she love it)
[Verse 2:]
Everything looks blurry to us
We not certain what we workin' to touch
Might remind you of an ordinary person but
I'm the shit, I get followed by a courtesy flush
Compel, the clientele
To get in line and smell what I'm tryna to sell
And if I cry it's not a cry for help
I live my life like I'm alive and well
So what if I, could justify the jump just to fly
What if we don't get another try? Skydive to survive
Hands up high we about to go live
The first to hate it is just the last to taste it
I'm tryna see past your makeshift
Face mask made of cheap masking tape
Sedate and then we amputate
[Hook]
[Outro:]
So you mad now?
So you mad now?
I can see it in your eyes all that pain weighing heavy (Ha)
Cause it's my way obvious, one fifty down the highway (Fuck it)
She don't know why she love it
Liar, you don't live nothing like your photo
Soft like a marshmallow, heart pumps cocoa
I put my hood up to look like a cobra
Minnesota make moves like a poker
No joker, shake up the snow globe
Blow me on a roller coaster at Como
I'm at the grocery store in my bathrobe
Bad bad daddy and I still ain't plateaued
Southsider, pied piper
Settin' traps for the rats in the choir
Big Slug got love for hire
With the turntables up on the drum riser
Now let your momma admire this rhyme writer
While I catch last dance at the Lamplighter
Don't ever fight the desire to kill a spider
If it bit the hand of a vampire
[Hook:]
(She don't know why she love it)
I'm on top of the world
Watch the waves
(She don't know why she love it)
I'm at a truck stop, about to cop some shades
(She don't know why she love it)
I'm at the horse track, blacked out backstage
(She don't know why she love it)
There's a time and place to stop riding the brakes
(She don't know why she love it)
[Verse 2:]
Everything looks blurry to us
We not certain what we workin' to touch
Might remind you of an ordinary person but
I'm the shit, I get followed by a courtesy flush
Compel, the clientele
To get in line and smell what I'm tryna to sell
And if I cry it's not a cry for help
I live my life like I'm alive and well
So what if I, could justify the jump just to fly
What if we don't get another try? Skydive to survive
Hands up high we about to go live
The first to hate it is just the last to taste it
I'm tryna see past your makeshift
Face mask made of cheap masking tape
Sedate and then we amputate
[Hook]
[Outro:]
So you mad now?
So you mad now?
I can see it in your eyes all that pain weighing heavy (Ha)
Cause it's my way obvious, one fifty down the highway (Fuck it)
She don't know why she love it
Hell lyrics - Atmosphere
[Intro:]
Ah-Ah
Ah-Ah
Ah-Ah
[Verse 1:]
And I remember it like it was just last night
Yeah right, remember might be a little too much word
Everything was blurred, word?
When you can't see more than a few feet past your face
Tryna navigate, two feet through the avenues and alleyways
From Minneapolis to the North Cali Bay
We seen a whole lot of scene
Snakes move like water in a stream
The re-write got the green light
Still seem like nobody wanna intervene
Every minute that passes is permanent
But you made it this far, you deserve to live
I've had the time of my life and hurt worse than this
Tighten up that tourniquet
[Hook:]
Hell yeah I had a good time
(Ah-ah)
But I ain't tryna go no more
(Ah-Ah)
Hell yeah I had a good time
(Ah-Ah)
But I ain't tryna go no more
[Verse 2:]
Hell's not under the ground, Hell's all around
So either you didn't know or you just don't care
But I was in hell when you told me to go there
Let's make a mess, celebrate the flesh
If you tryna come up, you gotta place your bets
If you're tryna recover, you gotta take some steps
Wanna get in front of the crash
There's no more space to stash anything up under the dash
Can't relax, but need to detach
Turn the beats up to max and lean the seat back
Everybody's got an affliction
Everyone's got a condition
Some of us built our wrong position
Some of us still got no opinions
Oh, bored to death by the score they kept
Don't break character force your breath
And I don't mean any disrespect
But I'm looking forward to when I get to forget
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Ah-Ah
Ah-Ah
Ah-Ah
Ah-Ah
Ah-Ah
Ah-Ah
[Verse 1:]
And I remember it like it was just last night
Yeah right, remember might be a little too much word
Everything was blurred, word?
When you can't see more than a few feet past your face
Tryna navigate, two feet through the avenues and alleyways
From Minneapolis to the North Cali Bay
We seen a whole lot of scene
Snakes move like water in a stream
The re-write got the green light
Still seem like nobody wanna intervene
Every minute that passes is permanent
But you made it this far, you deserve to live
I've had the time of my life and hurt worse than this
Tighten up that tourniquet
[Hook:]
Hell yeah I had a good time
(Ah-ah)
But I ain't tryna go no more
(Ah-Ah)
Hell yeah I had a good time
(Ah-Ah)
But I ain't tryna go no more
[Verse 2:]
Hell's not under the ground, Hell's all around
So either you didn't know or you just don't care
But I was in hell when you told me to go there
Let's make a mess, celebrate the flesh
If you tryna come up, you gotta place your bets
If you're tryna recover, you gotta take some steps
Wanna get in front of the crash
There's no more space to stash anything up under the dash
Can't relax, but need to detach
Turn the beats up to max and lean the seat back
Everybody's got an affliction
Everyone's got a condition
Some of us built our wrong position
Some of us still got no opinions
Oh, bored to death by the score they kept
Don't break character force your breath
And I don't mean any disrespect
But I'm looking forward to when I get to forget
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Ah-Ah
Ah-Ah
Ah-Ah
I Don't Need No Fancy Shit lyrics - Atmosphere
[Hook:]
I don't need no fancy shit
I'm only askin' ya "Can I live?"
Look down at where you standing, it's
A thin line between hand and fist
I don't need no fancy shit
I'm only askin' ya "Can I live?"
I'm an example of a man convinced
So let the planet spin and I'ma grab the wind
I don't need no fancy shit
I'm only askin' ya "Can I live?"
And you don't know what the answer is
No body knows what that answer is
[Verse 1:]
Peter was my peeps who used to sell weed
Even though he didn't need to
He says he did it for the free smoke
But honestly he would've rather had a speed boat
Or a snowmobile or whatever
See the point is he didn't move enough to make a treasure
Never could have guessed that Pete would make a little impression
On a middle aged detective named Hamm
No irony, yeah Hamm
He didn't come to put the cuffs on your hands
He landed with a duffle and a plan but
Pete couldn't eat all of Hamm's demands
It was an awkward spot, officer thought
That Peter would be sittin' on a lot more crop
He did such a bad job at bein' a bad cop
That its obvious to me that the reason that he robbed him was Sidney
Sid was a sick kid that needed a kidney
The grandson, son of Hamm's son
You do what you gotta do for your fam son
Doesn't take a rocket scientist but I am one
The situation showed the pig for who he truly is
And gave the dealer an excuse to quit
And since Sid's Physician is Peter's father
You should mind your business don't be a bother
Okay
[Hook:]
I don't need no fancy shit
I'm only askin' ya "Can I live?"
Look down at where you standing, it's
A thin line between hand and fist
I don't need no fancy shit
I'm only askin' ya "Can I live?"
I'm an example of a man convinced
So let the planet spin and I'ma grab the wind
I don't need no fancy shit
I'm only askin' ya "Can I live?"
And you don't know what the answer is
No body knows what that answer is
I don't need no fancy shit
I'm only askin' ya "Can I live?"
Look down at where you standing, it's
A thin line between hand and fist
I don't need no fancy shit
I'm only askin' ya "Can I live?"
I'm an example of a man convinced
So let the planet spin and I'ma grab the wind
I don't need no fancy shit
I'm only askin' ya "Can I live?"
And you don't know what the answer is
No body knows what that answer is
[Verse 1:]
Peter was my peeps who used to sell weed
Even though he didn't need to
He says he did it for the free smoke
But honestly he would've rather had a speed boat
Or a snowmobile or whatever
See the point is he didn't move enough to make a treasure
Never could have guessed that Pete would make a little impression
On a middle aged detective named Hamm
No irony, yeah Hamm
He didn't come to put the cuffs on your hands
He landed with a duffle and a plan but
Pete couldn't eat all of Hamm's demands
It was an awkward spot, officer thought
That Peter would be sittin' on a lot more crop
He did such a bad job at bein' a bad cop
That its obvious to me that the reason that he robbed him was Sidney
Sid was a sick kid that needed a kidney
The grandson, son of Hamm's son
You do what you gotta do for your fam son
Doesn't take a rocket scientist but I am one
The situation showed the pig for who he truly is
And gave the dealer an excuse to quit
And since Sid's Physician is Peter's father
You should mind your business don't be a bother
Okay
[Hook:]
I don't need no fancy shit
I'm only askin' ya "Can I live?"
Look down at where you standing, it's
A thin line between hand and fist
I don't need no fancy shit
I'm only askin' ya "Can I live?"
I'm an example of a man convinced
So let the planet spin and I'ma grab the wind
I don't need no fancy shit
I'm only askin' ya "Can I live?"
And you don't know what the answer is
No body knows what that answer is
Idiot lyrics - Atmosphere
[Hook:]
Whoever taught you how to speak your mind
Never knew you'd turn out to be an idiot
And I might be stupid
But I'ma keep it movin' like I know what I'm doin'
Whoever thought you had a God damn clue
Never knew you'd turn out to be an idiot
I might be a fool
But I seem so cool when I'm next to you
Aight
[Verse 1:]
I was in the middle of a selfie
When you were trying to text me
Genius Interuptus
Swing like Kirby Puckett
I'm as subtle as an alien abduction in public
Somebody call the cops
Suck it, blow the trumpet until the bubble pops
And butter up another patch of those muffin tops
I'm just trying to find a balance
Wound up with a wife and a gang of kids
Her kiss tastes like black licorice
And now I'm riding in the back of her ambulance
Knock knock knockin' on heavens door
Let me in yo I got a laminate
I guess Its my job to let y'all know
That those my nuts y'all tampered with
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I'm not the coolest
I'm just a dude thats got some flows
Attitude, a lot of soul
I got a wood nameplate says "I wish you Gold"
And this watch don't even work
And these people only came for the cheap dessert
And we can fight over a piece of dirt
Like all y'all ain't gunna leave the Earth
Might as well keep sand in a baggy
My favorite people call me Dad or Daddy
I never claimed to be too smart
I never been afraid of a new start
Luck-ay siete my wifes so fly all the suckers envy
Shes a beautiful soul to have and to hold
And wipe my butt when I get old
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Hey mamma can I call you Cupcake
You remind me of a status update
You're the wind beneath my limbs
It might sound weird but you look like Prince
Bang Bang under purple rain
Fertilized the egg in the back of a mustang
No shame, ain't no thang
Baby came out lookin' like K.D Lang, Yeaah
[Hook]
Whoever taught you how to speak your mind
Never knew you'd turn out to be an idiot
And I might be stupid
But I'ma keep it movin' like I know what I'm doin'
Whoever thought you had a God damn clue
Never knew you'd turn out to be an idiot
I might be a fool
But I seem so cool when I'm next to you
Aight
[Verse 1:]
I was in the middle of a selfie
When you were trying to text me
Genius Interuptus
Swing like Kirby Puckett
I'm as subtle as an alien abduction in public
Somebody call the cops
Suck it, blow the trumpet until the bubble pops
And butter up another patch of those muffin tops
I'm just trying to find a balance
Wound up with a wife and a gang of kids
Her kiss tastes like black licorice
And now I'm riding in the back of her ambulance
Knock knock knockin' on heavens door
Let me in yo I got a laminate
I guess Its my job to let y'all know
That those my nuts y'all tampered with
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I'm not the coolest
I'm just a dude thats got some flows
Attitude, a lot of soul
I got a wood nameplate says "I wish you Gold"
And this watch don't even work
And these people only came for the cheap dessert
And we can fight over a piece of dirt
Like all y'all ain't gunna leave the Earth
Might as well keep sand in a baggy
My favorite people call me Dad or Daddy
I never claimed to be too smart
I never been afraid of a new start
Luck-ay siete my wifes so fly all the suckers envy
Shes a beautiful soul to have and to hold
And wipe my butt when I get old
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Hey mamma can I call you Cupcake
You remind me of a status update
You're the wind beneath my limbs
It might sound weird but you look like Prince
Bang Bang under purple rain
Fertilized the egg in the back of a mustang
No shame, ain't no thang
Baby came out lookin' like K.D Lang, Yeaah
[Hook]
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