Like A Fire lyrics - Atmosphere

A recording...it's like "Hi this is a recording" and then....

I was born on a rug made of dogs playing poker

Shoulda never let me cross your border

Sock full of quarters, lost on the corner

Not too high but I'm not too sober

I filled it up just to spill the cup

Better fix your bridges, they're still corrupt

My dreams are vivid, I don't wish for wishes

You know nobody that beats the business

And I don't even miss when it was all so simple

Sick off the vino, kicking out the window

Sometimes life's like the card game War

Hide a couple knives in the silverware drawer

Loot like a cop then deploy of troops

Got heavy artillery shootin' from the rooftop

She can't see me when I move through the nuance

What, so what, so what you want, huh?

Run wild like a man on fire

Get live like a roof on fire

Make love like a world on fire

Burn out like a fire

Run wild like a man on fire

Get live like a roof on fire

Make love like a world on fire

Burn out like a fire

I figured out that you're fraudulent

I hope you feel that that's a compliment

'Cause you've been hollering the phony rhetoric for a minute

We outta give you a ribbon for the commitment

It's no squabble, salute, I raise my bottle

To the fact that you found a few fools who would follow

We live for the now cause there ain't no tomorrow

But my mixtape still needs an outro

And you can mark these words with a Sharpie

We make party as long as there's a heartbeat

I'm like a Harley, you're like a Hardly

Get behind me, Satan, you can't harm me

I'm not scared of the flood, squaring up

When Armageddon come, I turn the stereo up

Making love in the back of an American truck

Bust a nut, jump up and hit the airhorn button, what?

Run wild like a man on fire

Get live like a roof on fire

Make love like a world on fire

Burn out like a fire

Run wild like a man on fire

Get live like a roof on fire

Make love like a world on fire

Burn out like a fire

Ringo lyrics - Atmosphere

I think I'm still drunk from last night

I woke up in a lawn chair

I feel faint like an old ass flashlight

I don't remember how I got there

Waiting at the train stop

Hoping that the rain stop

The pain throbs at the front of the skull

I should have took the day off, looking for a pay off

The brainwash is insufferable

I'm on purpose, coffee in a thermos

Squint like Clint tryna spot me in the cursive

Missing persons, lost in your costumes

Blood, moon and a boombox full of volume

If I had the authority I would probably

Make everybody throw their hands in the sky

And everything I said in this song would be classified

And all of y'all would be captured alive

I might've showed up when the party start

I might've got high with your bodyguard

I might've passed out at the airport bar

Everybody wanna see a falling star

I might've thrown up in a rental car

I might've woke up in a reservoir

I might've got robbed at Mardi Gras

Everybody wanna see a falling star

Everybody wanna see a falling star

Everybody wanna see a falling star

Everybody wanna see a falling star

Everybody wanna see a falling star

Once upon a time in the next few days

I gotta wake up and get out of the shade

I might put on a beat down pair of Chucks

My old swimming trunks

And Amir says nothing in my earbuds

Just me and my beer gut

I absorb it before I get deported back to orbit

Over the winter I remain indoors

I want the summer in my city to feel like a rain forest

And you know we should skinny dip

In the middle of the Mississip

Do a couple of spins and shit, synchronicity flips

A three-sixty finish, Twin Cities bitch

And I don't care 'bout what y'all think

Dressed up like a cop, stuck up the bank

The police came in some Russian tanks

And I'm in jail with nothing to drink

I might've showed up when the party start

I might've got high with your bodyguard

I might've passed out at the airport bar

Everybody wanna see a falling star

I might've thrown up in a rental car

I might've woke up in a reservoir

I might've got robbed at Mardi Gras

Everybody wanna see a falling star

Everybody wanna see a falling star

Everybody wanna see a falling star

Everybody wanna see a falling star

Everybody wanna see a falling star

I want a snack machine on the party bus

Your flag is green, in God we trust

You were born in sin, we were born in debt

I guess this is about as feel good as it gets

I want Wonderbread wrapped in rubber bands

It's not too much to understand

I wanna color the world but only got one Crayon

Reach for the sky, try to touch my hand

I might've showed up when the party start

I might've got high with your bodyguard

I might've passed out at the airport bar

Everybody wanna see a falling star

I might've thrown up in a rental car

I might've woke up in a reservoir

I might've got robbed at Mardi Gras

Everybody wanna see a falling star

Everybody wanna see a falling star

Everybody wanna see a falling star

Everybody wanna see a falling star

Everybody wanna see a falling star

Besos lyrics - Atmosphere

One up, never still if the sun up

It's all love until the GOV see you come up

It's like a jungle never know what's gonna run up

We just wanna live forever with the thumbs up

Barcelona, no stops got the bump up

Smart phone in case cops pull the gun up

Artichoke, heart's soft, mock duck tough

Garçon, bring a cup of that young drunk

I ain't ya boy baby, you got me fucked up

Wait, let me state it plainly, shut the fuck up

Trust don't occupy space with dumb luck

Hush, fuzz got the tour bus bugged up

Shhh

Dirty like the wheels on a dump truck

Birds snuck through the security with nun chucks

Adrenaline rush, the whole party jump up

I flood nut on her sponge butt

It goes, people people

I love the way you love the people people

People people

I love the way you love the people people

People people

I love the way you love the people people

People

From everywhere gather around, uh uh

Now, too playa, too clean for spoons

Got a, routine 'cause I fiend for structure

But cha, shooting at the ring and the moon

Screaming, fuck the world, 'cause that girl don't love ya

There's a few dreams to choose

But if they let you keep your shoe strings

They don't want you to suffer

And if you're blessed you can haunt each other

In a city of ghosts where the vultures flutter

Now, mood swings a convenient excuse

Seems that there's gotta be something in the butter

Smother the fire before it gets discovered

One foot in the grave, the other foot in the gutter, uh

Boosting any loose thing, if it ain't screwed down

It becomes prey to my hunger

I take it back to my underground bunker

Stay cool everybody, have an awesome summer

It goes, people people

I love the way you love the people people

People people

I love the way you love the people people

People people

I love the way you love the people people

People from everywhere gather around

Uh uh, uh, now

Bonus, me and my cojónes

Hoping that you never treat me like I'm homeless

Unless it mean you about to see me with some donuts

Or dominate the nomination where your zone is

What you thinking, it's the reason we in show biz

Work like a clown with the squirt guns loaded

Only thing worse than being lonely is coke dick

Word got around and now we call you blow fish

You was pissing in your own bowl of porridge

When I rode across the ocean on the back of a tortoise

Never see me try to act like I'm gorgeous

Greasy mufucker make it party with the Socs

Tweet a picture of my penis to the POTUS

Roll my weed in the papers of some old eviction notices

The police came like a swarm of locusts

Hanky-panky Yanky Doodle of America

Pure Evil lyrics - Atmosphere (feat. I.B.E.)

No, no, no, no, no

Oh no, no, no

I don't believe you, I don't believe you

No, no, no, no, no

Oh no, no, no

This is pure evil, this is pure evil

When I woke up this morning my only intention was

To look in my reflection with mutual respect, yeah

I know I'm more than just a badge and a weapon, but

When you see me comin' you recognize my profession

You should believe that I'ma leave an impression

Even if it means I gotta put my knee on your neck, man

Was never meant for you to pass this test

The last question on the quiz is, 'What the fuck'd you expect, man?'

A little money made him want some protection

Because the many with no money made the money feel threatened

And we accept there's gonna be some exceptions

But it's built on a connection of ownership and possessions

Baby boy, you pay attention to them lessons

If you flexin' any teeth, I'ma send you to the dentist

It all depends on how you fit into my spectrum

From lectures, to handcuffs, to beat downs, to death wish

I was told to tell a one-sided story

And that's why I had to eliminate your perspective

I was afraid for my death

I had to make an assessment

Ain't my day to be checked, I felt the weight on my chest

I was told to tell a one-sided story

So say a prayer cause this one's gone to Heaven

Innocence is a submissive position

It's a one-sided story, read it to your children

No, no, no, no, no

Oh no, no, no

I don't believe you, I don't believe you

No, no, no, no, no

Oh no, no, no

This is pure evil, this is pure evil

No, no, no, no, no

Oh no, no, no

Perfect lyrics - Atmosphere

Fall from the sky just to learn how to fly

Don't even gotta put me in the dirt when I die

I'm not perfect, I try

I'm tryna free my hands, grab the day by the throat

Gotta get a grip but I'm at the end of my rope

I'm not perfect, I know, I know

And if I had a spare moment

I'd probably loan it to somebody who needed to hold it

Life's indecisive, might slice you open

Or show compassion and throw you back into the ocean

I'm tryna keep my faith on the path

But the landscape's full of danger flags

You can change your name and still live in the past

Daddy was the face on a package of Zig-Zags

Fall from the sky just to learn how to fly

Don't even gotta put me in the dirt when I die

I'm not perfect, I try

I try

You might fade away, you might burst in flames

Ain't no reason you should even try to search my name

I'm not perfect, okay?

I'm a father and a son of a Southsider

Mouth full of hot dish, pop-lifer

And this little piggy squealed like a cop's tire

When I set the AUX on fire like it's a box of spiders

You the opposite of truth, you over-produced

You gotta grow more toes, you wanna fill these shoes

You gotta make love like there's nothin' to lose

You wanna wake up the world but there's a button for snooze

Fall from the sky just to learn how to fly

Don't even gotta put me in the dirt when I die

I'm not perfect, I try

I try, I try

We gotta work it out 'cause I ain't turning around

The same person that I was when the curtains were down

I'm not perfect, what now?

Huh, what now?

Some say that I pass, none say that I'm passive

White trash with a fraction of Blackness

My mathematics got Native blood too

But no matter where I stand, either way it's fuck you

I've never been a victim of police harassment

And I knew what they seen when I turned job absent

Irish name, Scandinavian frame

I'm a Rubik's cube, I'm the American dream

Check it out

I'm a feminist, I'm also a misogynist

Spit like an arsonist, dick like an obelisk

And I promise if you ever hear me contradict myself

It's not a sign of the apocalypse

I've been an asshole before it was fashionable

And when it's out of style, I'll be the last to know

And if Illuminati listenin', I don't wanna plateau

Who I have to blow to play the halftime show, huh?

Fall from the sky just to learn how to fly

Don't even gotta put me in the dirt when I die

I'm not perfect, I try

Lord knows I try

On the day of death, may you deserve respect

Don't ever forget that it was worth your breath

I'm not perfect, not yet

Not yet

Not yet

I'm not perfect but I'm this, that and this