Your Name Here lyrics - Atmosphere

Heyyy
How you doing?
Ain't seen you in a long time
Is everything all fine?
Doing your best?
I'm glad to hear it
It's all progress
Yeah that's the spirit
Look at you!
You look great!
It seems like you kept your self in good shape
You stopped drinking?
Huh?
Congratulations.
You back in school too?
That's fascinating...
So what you doing now a days?
You living here again or just vising for the holidays?
Yeah yeah
Hows your family?
Hows you mommy and daddy?
They living happily?
So tell me all about LA
Huh?
You don't live in LA?
Hold up
Wait wait wait
Chicago
Hows Chicago?
What?!
No?
Well where you living then?
Ohhhhhhhh...
My fault
Please forgive me
Bad memories
So how's the big city?
You paying dues?
You making moves?
Yeah I always knew someday you'd break through
You've forever been a go getter
And I won't forget that
Bet that I'll remember
I never told you this but
I wish you the best, success and all that other shit.
But that's my que
I got stuff to do
It was a special surprise to bump into you
Stay safe
You have yourself a great day
Wait!
What was that?
What you say?
My phone number?
Nah I don't think so
I only gave it to a handful of close people.
Let's not make this into an issue
But the truth is...

I don't miss you

La La La La La
I will disappear
La La La La La
No far and no near
La La La La La
You are not my dear

I don't care where you go from here

La La La La La
I will disappear
La La La La La
No far and no near
La La La La La
You are not my dear

There's no tears next to your name here...

La La La La La

La La La La La

If You Can Save Me Now lyrics - Atmosphere

If you can save me now,
Let's go someplace safe and sound.
I'll try not to weigh you down,
But I don't know if I can wait around.
If you can save me now,
Let's go someplace safe and sound...

It happened fast, like a camera flash.
The accident - then the aftermath.
Not even sure what caused the crash.
If I had the strength, I would probably laugh.
I'm so relaxed.
Warm like blood.
Layin' on my back in the sun-dried mud.
There's no point in even trying to get up.
I got my eyes glued to the blue sky above.
And it's been a beautiful summer.
It reminds me of when I was younger.
Used to count down to the sound of thunder
I smell fresh cut grass mixed with the burnt rubber.
And I don't need to take a glance to know,
Cause' I can hear the traffic as it passes slow.
They' on the other side of the window -
Checkin' out the damage, lookin' at the show.
I can hear the sirens get near.
Mama used to tell us to plug our ears.
It get's so loud and clear until every other noise disappears.

And right now I'm tryin' to block it out,
By imagining the sounds that come out' your mouth.
I saw two birds fly south,
And I thought about the day we bought that house.
Memories seem so real. just like everything that I feel.
Tried to coast on all five wheels.
I wanna cry, I keep the tears concealed.
I hear voices; footsteps.
A cops radio off to the left.
The noise made me reflect.
Somewhere along the way I must've caught my breath.
Drifting. dreaming. and then I heard somebody screaming.
But I don't even want to know the reason,
So I kept my focus on the view I'm seeing.
Started thinkin' bout the ones that's gone.
Everybody from the past that passed on.
You played your cards, had to stand strong.
But it ain't that hard to sing a sad song.
We all got scars and broken parts.
But most of the marks stay close to my heart.
Waitin' for the down-poor to start.
The rain clouds over my head got dark.
And then I saw my angel cut through the storm -
She was in a firefighter uniform.
I close my eyes so I can see some more
And for the first ever I remember bein' born.

If you can save me now,
Let's go someplace safe and sound.
I'll try not to weigh you down,
But I don't know if I can wait around.

I say ...

If you can save me now,
Let's go someplace safe and sound.
I'll try not to weigh you down,
But I don't know if I can wait around.

I say...

But I don't know if I can wait around, I say..

I'll try not to weigh you down, but I don't know if I can wait around, I say...

If you can save me now.

Something So lyrics - Atmosphere

They tell me that, I'm not qualified,
To lend my voice to something so beautiful.
Late night, awake with the stars.
Stage fright, you came so far.
No more wait, it's time to depart.
See it on my face, feel it in my heart.
Suitcase packed, put it in the car.
Took one last look at the yard, snows gone, it's never growin' back.
Rolled on with the windows cracked.
No sounds, just the breath of the draft.
Slow down; don't wreck, don't crash on a,
Road vacance, no one to pass and I'm,
So anxious, won't relax.
Clear the path, these tears I have are 'cause I can't wait to hear you laugh.
They tell me that, I'm not qualified,
To lend my voice to something so beautiful.
They tell me that, I'm not qualified,
To lend my voice, to something so beautiful.
We only get to live one time, but twice did my life stand in some sunshine.
I could lose eyesight, I could end up blind.
But I drew my design inside the bloodline.
Years go by, memories combine.
But y'all the only reason I would even rewind.
Thank you for the branch you grew on this tree.
Your first breath wasn't easy to find.
So you signified the mountain you climbed,
By lettin' out a warriors cry and it sounded like mine.
Now everybody hold up the family sign.
They tell me that I'm not qualified,
To lend my voice to something so beautiful.

My Notes lyrics - Athmosphere

I saw the sun rise, then the green grew
Weaving through the concrete cracks that we cling to
As long as I can hit my notes, I'ma
Try to keep up with my folks
I smelled rain that brought the flash flood
With a river of permanent tear drops and rap hugs
Bad luck, play with the effortless
So I backed away from quick benefits
She'd skin of those that spit venomous
Yeah that's him, he's the one that tips generous
Still trying to define my description
A life with a little spare time for living
But even if I wanna hold the position
I gotta go, like "Daddy don't know any different"
I saw the noon sky, look at the snow melt
I left most my baggage up in a hotel
As long as I can hit my notes, I'ma
Travel down that gravel road
I heard a bird cry - it was pathetic
Man, if you can fly, spread feathers like a message
As long as I can hit my notes, I'ma
Stay on top this box of soap
I felt the track slip, but didn't pull breaks
I'm half dead, but already got a full plate
As long as I can hit my notes...

Millennium Dodo 2 lyrics - Athmosphere

[Slug]
Never run of the mill when I shoot the pill
I'm a son of a spill, I've got boots to fill
Showed up with a deuce-deuce of swill
and a guardian angel on my Coupe de Ville
Shark in the lake, heart strike the drum
Mark landscape with a dart-like tongue
Spit my blood from deep in the gut
Smoking cigarette butts with my fingerless gloves
Pull over at the welcome sign
and raise a toast to those that fell behind
Everybody else got a crippled spine
from tryna take it back to a simple time
Keep a little pine tree, hang from my rearview
Beats turned up just enough not to hear you
Gonna swim till the fins get torn
I shall return, keep the engine warm

[Chorus]
Millennium Dodo
Pull out your telephone and take you a photo
You didn't know? Better read the logo
You don't wanna play around and get ocho
Recline like I don't care
The world is mine and I ain't gon' share
Now everybody blow smoke in the air
I keep my eyes on the road, but I know that you stare

[Slug]
Now I was at the party sleeping on the couch
when I decided to grab a bottle of something and bounce
I'd rather be by myself
than have to navigate another fake cry for help
On the beaten path with a bandaged fist
to represent the last half of the damn I give
Play me in slow-mo', fly like a blimp
Millennium Dodo, drive with a limp
Windows down, heater blasting
Got my coffee but I need some aspirin
Watch me merge into speeding traffic
with the truck-stop plastic, cheap sunglasses
Show respect
You broke down on the side of the road, wanna choke my neck
I've got a glovebox full of stolen checks
and I drink moonshine that the chrome reflects

[Chorus]

[Slug]
Flannel, look like a farmer
Underneath camo, look like a hunter
With that ski mask, look like a robber
Sleeping in the barn with the doctor's daughter
Got stories to wax, pour me a glass
I run with the ghosts of warriors past
South side, call it pop life
Y'all catch frostbite waiting at a stoplight
All over the map we get festive
It's a matter of class
You can tell by my lack of attractive skeptics
You just mad at my moustache
Hey girl, we'll always have Memphis
But right now, I want breakfast
With the pedal to the metal till we hit West Texas
then cross to Mexico to see my dentist

[Chorus]

Cut You Down lyrics - Atmosphere

[Slug]
My old lady say I'm paranoid
She thinks that I'm not on point
cause I pace around with no purpose
Observant, peek out the curtains
I don't recognize that car
So why's it parked right in front of my yard?
It's been there for the last few minutes
It seems too suspicious
It's gon' be another long night
So set the alarm and the motion lights
Protect my house
That fence ain't enough to keep the riffraff out
Somebody gon' test
I'm breaking out in a sweat
It make the hair on my arms all stand up tall
If it's a private number I don't answer the call
I'm simple, I want some peace
from all the criminals, thugs and thieves
And I ain't tryna involve police
cause I don't trust any government employees
I believe everybody's a threat
You better take it down to the next doorstep
But if you wan' doubt and pop some
I'm sleeping on my couch with a loaded shotgun

[Chorus]
And if you wan' fuck around
I'm gon' cut you down
And if you wan' fuck around
I'm gon' cut you down
And if you wan' fuck around

[Slug]
Shhh, I hear a helicopter
I swear it's out there
Calm down, don't make the wrong move
cause I don't know who that van belongs to
I'm checking over both my shoulders
I bet they got my name in they folders
I'm trying to stay inside
cause it's the only way to hide from the satellites in the sky
Get off my property
Why you stalking me?
And those guys from across the street
better keep they eyes off my wife piece
None of y'all are watching birds
So who's in the alley with binoculars?
Got more detour to steer through
for the sedan in my rearview
I crouch on the floor
cause knocking on my door is an act of war
And if the guy from the bank
wanna come see me, he better drive a tank
I ain't nuts yet, I'm just upset
cause y'all treat me like a suspect
I'm innocent, give me personal space
before I flip the switch and turn up the bass

[Chorus]

Atmosphere other songs:

• Bar Food lyrics - Atmosphere
• Bob Seger lyrics - Atmosphere
• By Your Side lyrics - Atmosphere
• Minnesota Nice lyrics - Atmosphere

Bar Food lyrics - Atmosphere

[Slug]

Do you guys have veggie burgers?

Yeah, can I get one of those?

Can you put bacon on it for me?

Once upon a time, one night next week

I hit the five-eight to get a bite to eat

I went inside, nobody here

but a couple guys at the bar holding beers

I sat down in the booth

I'll take a glass of grapefruit juice

Checking the selections

but I didn't get further than the mushroom Swiss burger

They said meat is murder, but I eat it

If it wasn't illegal, I'd eat people

As long as he used to walk

I'll take him with a side of the tater tots

I don't dine out a lot

I don't spend time out in general pop

And if I wasn't all alone at the spot

I'd probably order it to go in a styrofoam box

She brought me my sandwich

It came in a plastic basket

It's poison for my health

So you know I'm enjoying myself

But all of a sudden

The bar filled up with a herd of suburban bumpkins

No more personal space

Wish that they would all burst into flames

That's when I decided to get my revenge

I quietly got up, locked the doors

Went into the kitchen and popped the draws

Grabbed any knife in sight

Tonight everybody getting sacrificed, aight?

The whole south side heard them scream

Sent them to hell, felt like a dream

It was a gruesome bloodbath

Stabbed everyone, including the pub staff

Then I sparked a grill and went to town

Fried 'em all up and chowed 'em all down

After the feast, peace

Went home and fell asleep

Now I feel guilty, so in front of all of you

I'm ready to admit that I'm addicted to bar food

"Mhmm, this is a tasty burger"

Bob Seger lyrics - Atmosphere

[Hook]

My father's to the left of me

Move like the knight

My mama's to the right

Move the knight

Like everyone else, they're pointing

But nowhere feels quite right

[Verse 1:]

I pour a little more whiskey on them ice cubes

I’m tryna to get tipsy as a tugboat

Most of us gettin' lost in the night moves

The rest of us wanna watch from the front row

Come and look into the eyes of a landslide

Let me know if your recognize blood shot red

Not above passin' out in the cab ride

Wake me up when its time to unfuck my head

Whatchu know about a party

Y'all still tryna have some fun

Throw your hands up like it’s 2001

You wanna taste the teat, you want a place to sleep

But you need somebody else to come change the sheets

I hold composure, the snow will melt

The hope stays low cause I know myself

But I treat it like a test to keep me at my best

Rest in peace to Nekst

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]

I ain’t as cool as I used to be, leave me alone

I’m kinda blurry from the journey, man, my speakers are blown

Truthfully, I'd rather keep it in a zone

I could maneuver easily from the comfort of my home, but

Don’t ever let the headlights die

Stars only fall out of the dead night sky

The more I travel, the farther I see

The more it seems as if my shadow ain’t following me

Now everyone’s impressed with impressions

All of y'all dressed up in the finest flesh

I’m not tryin' to imply I’m on a different page

Similar traits, familiar face

I remember the days when I felt like fightin' it

Lost in the ways of my own self-righteousness

Feels like I’m still tryna find my fix

Before this lightning hits

[Hook]

By Your Side lyrics - Atmosphere

Y'all know I used to own a bar right

It was in El Paso I called it the hard life

If you step outside on a dark night

Check it out Juarez look like starlight

You goin think it sounds contrived 

But its just like how I describe

July in 2005 when the devil walked into my small little dive

She came inside and sat down

Whatever we see all types in that town

She kinda blended into the background

The waitress went over like what'll you have now

She asked for a whiskey coke

The waitress stood there lookin like a ghost

And then the devil cleared her throat

Lowered her voice and this is the quote she spoke

I love you you make me high

If you love me back I'll never say goodbye

I love you ain't no lie

If you love me back we could paint the sky

But we ain't gotta get into it tonight

Walk away if you afraid to try

But tell me what you wanna do with your life

Buz on the day you die I'll be on your side

Okay I guess so apparently my waitress is afraid of the devil

And could tell she felt unsettled go take a cigarette break get mellow

The whole bar got quiet seemed like everything went plush and dream like

I didn't know what to think but I kept my cool while I prepared that drink

Then I delivered her beverage

That'll be 2 dollars 50 cents miss

She didn't even pretend to flich

Just grabbed the glass took it straight to her lips

But I wasn't convinced it don't matter who you are I'm runnin a business

Fuck you pay me not includin the tip

She was lookin into the distance and said this

I love you you make me high

If you love me back I'll never say goodbye

I love you ain't no lie

If you love me back we could paint the sky

But we ain't gotta get into it tonight

Walk away if you afraid to try

But tell me what you wanna do with your life

Cuz on the day you die I'll be on your side

I know they call her lady luck

But she still gotta pay me up 

She tryina front over a couple of bucks

She can suck the straw that broke the camels hump

I bust my ass tryina touch some cash

Now I gotta come a put up with this trash

For what so I can eat these table scraps

Get old and hope I ain't gotta pay more tax

I started makin observations 

Lookin around the room watchin faces

Complaints have replaced my patience

I hate my life but I'm so complacent

This time gonna make some changes

Made my mind up to turn these pages

I pulled out the key to the place

Gave the bar to the devil then married the waitress

I love you you make me high

If you love me back I'll never say goodbye

I love you ain't no lie

If you love me back could paint the sky

But we ain't gotta get into it tonight

Walk away if you afraid to try

But tell me what you wanna do with your life

Until the day I die I'll be on your side

Minnesota Nice lyrics - Atmosphere

[Chorus:]

I don't wanna be, I service you with a smirk, (I smirk)

I don't wanna be, shoo you away like a fly! (Shoo fly!)

I don't wanna be, you may be bad, but I'm worse, (I'm so worse)

I don't wanna be, they call me Minnesota Nice!

I don't wanna be,

[Prof:]

I'm stayin fresh to death, mother fucker, check the kicks!

Pimpin 101, homes, what the lesson is.

Man you real ugly and she is worse,

Who wants to volunteer to leave?

Me first!

Smelling like a platypus feeling like a hippo,

See the girls scream as soon as I step out the limo.

Just because we share the same mic don't mean you nice either,

Really any shirt can be a wife beater.

There go Prof flexin on 'em again.

Follow a couple gorgeous women and I holler 'em in.

Take 'em to the dollar store or bar with the friends,

She'll be callin' again, you can call it a win!

All I do is do it, flossing in my Buick,

Prof get the club buck like, oh let's do it!

I grab a couple of bars, I'm living with a fist full,

Everybody are together now, blow the whistle.

[Mr. Gene Poole:]

It's official, I've been made aware of the ratio,

Now all I care about is gears and fellatio.

The soul of a man's career on your Casio,

Control your battle drones and fly you off the patio,

Everybody wants money off the microphone,

So they can dress corny and drop a Viper on some chrome.

But I'm the classiest beats or the trashiest,

I'm planet exists on the streets of Minneapolis.

And I'm the catalyst for world class lyricism,

Be glad that your chick is blast in this in her system!

She loves that rock hard rhythm presentation,

Fallen rap stars used to crash in her basement.

This year the flash dated six point five,

Head shots appear we're making this joint live

And affect once again my man.

Now show some respect and shake a gentleman's hand.

[Felipe Cuauhtli:]

Ah, I'm like a breath of fresh air,

Sexy mother fucker with that long ass hair.

I didn't mean to be tasteless,

Just thought I'd take a second to explain my greatness.

I'm an example of how to step your game up,

Aim up, when I'm out huntin' you lame ducks.

Ride through my hood entertaining your sister,

Bass bumpin old school solo-baric kickers

I'm trying to tell it like a T.I. Is,

I hope you catching on, what you know about this?

I'm so bad, like a single parent mommy with her hair all did,

But her kids is lookin' sloppy!

You can't stop me, broke the brakes on this Chevy,

Moving fast, try to catch the homie Sep Sevy

It's getting' heavy, hit the gym to take my weight up,

It's bigger than your block homeboy, so throw your state up.

[Slug:]

Came up the hard way and put my name up,

Now why would anybody wanna hate slug?

Straight up, your fake heart pumps snake blood!

Fuck you and the space you take up!

My eyes are red cause of life and death

I put my feet up on the table where they slice the bread!

Boast and brag til my toe gets tagged,

Old man swag with a grocery bag!

I go one for the road, two for the encore,

Couple more make you feel like you're holding down floor!

You ain't a whore, cause they make money,

You're just a bum with somebody's DNA on your tummy.

Ask your peers 'bout Atmosphere,

Went to the hell and got a souvenir rap career!

Now I walk into the place with the grace of a John Deer,

And then you're face got weird!

[Chorus:]

I don't wanna be, I service you with a smirk, (I smirk)

I don't wanna be, shoo you away like a fly! (Shoo fly!)

I don't wanna be, you may be bad, but I'm worse, (I'm so worse)

I don't wanna be, they call me Minnesota Nice!

"To All My Friends, Blood Makes The Blade Holy - The Atmosphere EP's" (2010)

• Until The Nipples Gone Lyrics – Atmosphere
• The Major Leagues Lyrics – Atmosphere
• Scalp Lyrics – Atmosphere
• The Best Day Lyrics – Atmosphere
• Americareful Lyrics – Atmosphere
• Hope Lyrics – Atmosphere
• The Loser Wins Lyrics – Atmosphere
• Shotgun Lyrics – Atmosphere
• Commodities Lyrics – Atmosphere
• The Number None Lyrics – Atmosphere
• Freefallin' Lyrics – Atmosphere
• To All My Friends Lyrics – Atmosphere

Until The Nipples Gone Lyrics – Atmosphere

[Slug]
Ninety-nine bottles of ink on the wall
Stare at the stars, blink and they fall
Stand tall and shrink, small
Maybe they all fell asleep at the mall
Y'all not clear what to call a career
Stop the bus, I'm hopping off here
Get down, snuck and got near
Just to watch you drown in them crocodile tears
Dressed up all black with a clown mask
Shred the system, sound clash
Fall back when my feet touch ground
Hit the Heathrow tarmac like where the pound at?
Self-service, getting it to go
A lot of work for a little bit of dough
Wipe the dirt out the window of the soul
Fish with my pole from the middle of the snow
Still running, bound to build something
Even though we all surrounding by hills crumbling
Lil young'n, we kill assumption
Come hit us up, you wanna feel the function?
We proof of what you could do
if you would have took the lead to speak truth
You look cute little sheep in a wolf suit
Lost on a rook move, shoot
that sense of direction, misconception
Get your check and then skip the lesson
Get paranoid and collect protection
Get destroyed by the boy just stepped in
Ain't nobody gon' stay when the stack cracks
Nowadays they ain't tryna save a rat's ass
Hit the gas and mash past the trash
I wouldn't want it any other way and that's that
On this tit till it's going flat
When I'm gone you can taste my frozen tracks
My crew stay deep and we don't relax
Ain't going to sleep, too old for naps
They say go to hell if you're tryna fold some cash
Well ring the bell, there ain't no more class
Pot or smack, but don't know the facts
Spot is packed, who owns the map?
I'm not convinced, y'all overact
You're on the bench tryna choke the bat
I headline shows that they hoping that
I get mine, they can go cloak and dag'
You had the chance to hold me back
I still advance, fade slow to black
Y'all are just ants till it all collapse
Put both your hands up and throw me claps, c'mon

Clap, clap, clap, everybody clap
Clap, clap, clap your hands to what he's doing

We get 'em jumping around like a swarm of crickets
and that's ordinary normal business
And you trying to ignore the visit
But your girl's online bout to score some tickets
I was born a crumb, I'm a poor decision
I'll die a crumb, I'm sure it's written
But first I'ma smash over ornaments
and then bounce 'fore they announce the court's opinion
We all rapper rappers
We all wanna capture stature like any of it matters
Ass backwards and a lack of words
Only thing that you're killing me with is laughter
They used to cap and call me a backpacker
But they was mad I had my mack mastered
Went up the ladder and I seen the ants
So now I treat each track like it's the last chapter
Can't take it for granted, cause when it's done
I gotta subject my breath to the shit I've run
Gotta respect the mess I'm sitting on
So let's get it on until the nipple's gone

The Major Leagues Lyrics – Atmosphere

[Slug]
He started running down the middle of the street
Bare feet, looking like he needs a little to eat
Broad daylight, the school kids are laughing at him
It doesn't matter, he's battling a traffic jam
A Pacman tryna come up a quarter
Joystick, put your score in the corner
Running from the ghosts till you get that pill
Gotta hit the wall when you wanna stand still
He's used to sell crack, years back
I remember it was him and his weird fat cousin
The last ones that you would've guessed at it
Soundtrack was "Black Planet" and "Sex Packets"
A long time ago in a hood
that is still relatively close as the crow flies
No time to grieve or bleed
Tryna find a way to fulfill those needs

[Chorus: 2X]
Such temptation, what's the basis?
Cutthroat rages, tuck the razor
Stuck in a phase of must get paid here
Blood rush, raised up to the majors

[Slug]
I was living at my dad's crib
still a kid, when my best friend began to drift
So I guess I was a lame
cause I wasn't with the game, motherfuck cocaine
Yeah I know you didn't want to be broke
It's a common excuse for those that sold dope
If your momma had knew, I know she'd throw blows
Y'all moved here from Chicago to grow
You got a tool up inside of your coat
And you got no clue why you decided to smoke
I never even said goodbye to the bloke
I would see him around but never try to provoke
But here we are two decades later
I'm curious to see what the kingpin's days made of
You never got to be Scarface
Caught between a rock and a hard place
Maybe he got something to say to me
I have to patiently wait and see
Hoping that heaven has a vacancy for dope fiends
Cause I know he never made it to the major leagues

[Chorus: 2X]

Scalp Lyrics – Atmosphere

[Slug]
I sat down and put a fifty on the bar
A whisky and a beer, let's forget where we are
And keep 'em coming till I drink that whole grant up
Filling up that cup till I can't stand up
Look around, see what the room's got
Well there's Sunny by the jukebox
Grab my drinks, headed over to say peace
But had to think, do I owe him any late fees?
Wait up nah, I'm all paid up huh
Yeah I made it square last time I came up town
What up Sunny? {What up?} How's business?
{How you doing Sean? I ain't seen you in a couple of minutes}
Man I just been working and jerking
Tryna get the rent right and be perfect, how bout you?
{Oh you know how the same old game go
Hustle through the wind, rain, snow or tornado}
Yeah bro, spent time catching up
The bar tender kept the drinks fresh enough
Good conversation, no pretension
I drank up my whole fifty bucks and then some
It was getting close to last call
So I grabbed my coat and stood up like that's all
But Sunny say {Hold up Sean, it's your day
I need a favor, let me throw some money your way}
I sat back down in the booth
I said, I know your deal Sunny, what I gotta do?
He said {I'll give you three-five piece of the pie
If you pick up a package for me on the eastside tomorrow}
Three and a half for an hour and a half
Saint Paul and back's only ten dollars gas
Yeah I can handle, give me all the info
Only one thing though, I won't bring a pistol
{Hahahah} He laughed and said {It ain't like that
It's simple, grab the package and come right back
It's a tattoo shop, it's called...} Shhh don't snitch
{They some nice cats} Nice cats? {Cool as an icepack}
Well alright jack {Discretion is a must
Keep a hush, other than that I don't give a fuck}
Cool, I got this, it's done like dinner
And then I stepped out into the winter

I got behind the wheel of my vehicle
Streetlights shining on my face, you can see it glow
The rearview reflection got clearer
I starting talking to the image in the mirror
I said, you should go back in and decline
Sunny will understand, everything will be fine
Sean calm down, get a grip, you're tripping
I took a deep breath and put the key in the ignition
Stop being a bitch now, man up
Rolling down twenty-six with thoughts of handcuffs
Pulled out on Lyndale, killed by a couple of drunks
broad side of my pickup truck

The Best Day Lyrics – Atmosphere

[Slug]
I had a rough day, but that's life, it happens
Woke up on a dark side of my mattress
I guess I forgot to set my clock
Overslept, almost lost the job
Then to top it off, I'm kinda hungry
But can't eat till I find my money
It's in my wallet but my wallet ain't in my pocket
Can't remember the last time I saw it
And they don't want me in a bad mood
Afraid that it'll spread and everyone will catch an attitude
They got 'em all singing the same tone
Thinking I should go and start a fire in the break room
Co-workers make me sick
and the manager really ain't shit
But I can't quit, so I'm hiding in the basement
Holding onto to my face like fuck this place

[Chorus: 2X]
Every day can't be the best day
Do what you can right now, don't hesitate
That's why we try to make love and get paid
Take the bad with the good, now let's play

[Slug]
Hell naw, I ain't going to school
The teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool
and all the kids mess with each other always all day
Class warfare up and down the hallways
And if you ain't popular
Nobody talks to ya, unless they mocking ya
Not even bus driver or the hall monitor
I might as well climb inside my locker huh
It's a bad day, bad week and a bad month
Don't nobody want to trade with my bag lunch
Someday I'ma be so cool
But for now I got cheap shoes, so I keep losing
Girls give no love to a poor man
It's a prison, the clock is warden
Man it won't get no better when I get home
So I listen to the voice in my headphones

[Chorus: 2X]

[Slug]
Can't dance with an upset stomach
The overdraft notices just kept coming
Somebody broke into the porch and stole a chair
Top of your head stopped growing hair
Broken glass, computer crashed
The car won't start and the tires went flat
Dog got loose, brought back a dead cat
Daughter found it and had a panic attack
Plus you ain't had sex in how long?
Afraid to admit that the fire's all gone
The better half is talking about separate
You wish you could take it back to yesterday
You not alone, it's hard as hell
But don't waste no time feeling sorry for self
We'll be right here with you through your war
Cause you're the one that we make this music for
Now turn it up

[Chorus: 2X]

Americareful Lyrics – Atmosphere

Hey man what's happenin? I ain't seen you in awhile.
How you been? Whats a matter, you sick?
Don't come near me man. Alright I'll see you later.

Tommy doesn't got no money for the doctor.
But Tommy got sick, Tommy needs a shot or,
Maybe Tommy got shot and needs a lot more,
Thank mommy Tommy's problem is not yours.
Tommy went to county medical service,
That's where you go when you don't have insurance,
Budget cuts and they overwork the nurses,
And you can find more lying than at a circus,
Tommy's sitting in the hospital waiting room,
Pray to god that the doctor will take him soon,
Blood pressure on burn 'cause they stress him out,
It's your turn, some intern'll check you now,
Wait, first gotta fill out the paperwork,
I know you're hurt but the bills gonna make it worse,
Healthcare costs more than a small plane,
Good thing Paul had the brain to use a false name.

God bless the nation,
Obligation,
Altercation,
Interest of conflict.
Population,
Lost your patience,
Confirmation,
Symptoms of a hostage,
God bless the nation,
Obligation,
Altercation,
Interest of conflict,
Population,
Lost your patience,
Confirmation
Symptoms of a hostage.

Katie went and got a baby in her stomach.
She didn't mean to, she was only fuckin.
It ain't like she isn't old enough to cut it as a mother,
Doesn't matter though it's not in the budget.
Now she's gotta make a visit to the clinic,
She can't remember ever feeing this timid,
She's gonna front, and act like it isn't hard,
Vacuum boom put it on a debit card.
Sitting in the waiting room, it's a full house.
A lot of presidents that didn't pull their dukes out,
If you're gonna special off with the bad boys,
Goin' in unprotected is a bad choice.
It's your decision to correct a poor decision,
Alert the stork to stop, abort the mission.
Forced in a more horrible position,
When the doc got shot on the way into the building.

God bless the nation,
Obligation,
Altercation,
Interest of conflict.
Population,
Lost your patience,
Confirmation,
Symptoms of a hostage,
God bless the nation,
Obligation,
Altercation,
Interest of conflict,
Population,
Lost your patience,
Confirmation
Symptoms of a hostage.

God bless the nation,
Obligation,
Altercation,
Interest of conflict.
Population,
Lost your patience,
Confirmation,
Symptoms of a hostage,
God bless the nation,
Obligation,
Altercation,
Interest of conflict,
Population,
Lost your patience,
Confirmation
Symptoms of a hostage.

Hope Lyrics – Atmosphere

[Slug]
Somebody's amp is buzzing
Somebody's amp is buzzing
Somebody's amp is... fix the fucking amp!

I hope it's not too late when you get the news
I hope your coffee's great and you had breakfast too
I hope it's the type of day you would say was
perfect in every way you could crave of
I hope all your brats behave
and that you had a good shower, shat and shave
I hope your lady cooperates, plays nice
I hope you already got laid today twice
I hope that your teeth don't hurt
and it's the first morning of a whole week off work
I hope that your back feels fine and your car starts first try
Search a blue sky and watch the birds fly
Hope its everything you could ask for, plus more
Maybe even catch a little nap on the front porch
I hope you got the world under foot
and you're on page one of your new favorite book
I hope you took a little time to reflect
Hope you get to look, see the signs that connect
I hope there's no depression or panic attacks when
you finally decide to get a life and quit rapping

I'm only serious, I hope you're hearing this
in land at the end of the line, just like period!
I hope you can let the star go
I wish you a good day, I hope it's tomorrow

You suck, you suck dude

The Loser Wins Lyrics – Atmosphere

[Slug]
You know you fucked up right?
Bye bye, wish you luck with life
But I'd be damned if, I let you manage
to bless that blade and keep taking advantage
Look man, yeah you shook my hand
But that was back then, we're not good fam
I'm the fool cause I started to be cool with him
But I got schooled in the art of opportunism
I ain't the only one that walked away
Look around, everybody gone today
You all alone with your empty chest
So bury the bones with any regrets
and keep those skeletons piled in stacks
Just drink your medicine, don't bite your glass
I tried to make a difference
But the only thing that changed was I gave you distance

[Chorus: 2X]
I won't trust you again
Getting better at choosing friends
This time the loser wins
Cause I learned how to cut off the looser ends

[Slug]
I'm not tripping, this just an excuse
for me to dick down a little bit of the truth
We killing time and time's killing us
So I won't waste mine tryna grip a grudge
But don't twist it into what it isn't
Don't call, don't write, don't visit
I put you on ignore, you're not the homie anymore
The only thing that you could show me is the door
Game over, yeah who's winning?
Save your gas, I refuse to listen
If you doing math, we doing division
Don't even ask how I've been, there's no you in existence
Go your way, I'll go my way
And you keep going until there's no one to violate
And I'ma remember your last impression
Thanks for that lesson

[Chorus: 2X]

[Slug]
Now I lay you down to sleep
I swear to God you're dead to me
If I should give you any thought
It's just to teach self how to not

Shotgun Lyrics – Atmosphere

[Slug]
You motherfuckers ain't on my shelf
I should jump back and try to french kiss myself
The boy fell in the well and lived to tell
Put my voice in the mix, make the winter melt
I'm the best thing since a fresh loaf of sliced bread
Sitting on the bed between a pair of nice legs
I'm sex, white flag, ice bag, wipe rag
I'm twice the mess but a fraction of the price tag
Back stage in a rat cage
But when I bend these bars, everybody get to gas face
They said it was dead, in that case
I'ma get revenge, I'ma make rap pay
Now run and tell the sun I'm turning up the light
I might arrive on the plane, train, bus or bike
You can fuss and fight, but it's just despite
Cause it functions right when I cup this mic
No feedback, ease back, let the beat crack
But Uncle Sam said he wanna see tax
Make the beeswax, no relax
Run around the map and leave tracks
You can call me Sean like nothing's wrong
I'm the early dawn, I'm the dirty bum
My thoughts get drawn on a JumboTron
If your jaw don't drop you can hum along, come on!

[Chorus: 2X]
Shotgun, the raw one
We the hot sauce on y'alls tongue
We don't stop till it's all done
So turn it up till the cops come

[Slug]
You get lost in how awesome I is
You watching like you bought stock in my biz
You caught that sickness sitting on shit
You'd be better off frying up some littler fish
I'm a big catch, whoo! Sweet Jesus
Walk on the trash, keep clean as a fetus
Rip the beef into child size pieces
You talk cheap, now you need to get your teeth fixed
I don't recognize you or your toy crew
Go ahead, step aside now, let my noise through
Grew and spread like Kudzu
Didn't need a gun to put a +Slug+ in your guts
Move over chauffeur, I roll the coaster
I got older and badder and bolder
Who's the host with the monster?
Birds fly to Minnesota just to land on my shoulders
No pressure, it don't get desperate
No special effects, just sweat and spit
So fresh, still make it seem effortless
Breath smell like breast milk and peppermint
Got put on a permanent good foot
Huh, got more flavor than a cookbook
So take a look at what you couldn't have took
If I forgot anything, we'll just put it on the hook, c'mon

[Chorus: 2X]

[Slug]
You ain't gon' be shit
I'm the best kept secret
Anyone can see it
If I say it loud enough, maybe you'll believe it

[Chorus]

Commodities Lyrics – Atmosphere

[Chorus]
Everybody, everybody want to be somebody
Go gotta be, there's no probably
You can talk to me after the party
It's just monotony, human commodities

[Slug]
Don't you just, don't you just love that profile page?
Where we use our voice and take the stage
Just to get repped for future endeavors
When you only special as physical measurements
Pardon me if what I speak seems amiss
Like anyone, we looking for a reason to exist
Validate the little ego cause we seeking it
But we only get attention from the neediest
Sex symbolic, took it literal
But the visual change with the wind that blows
And it shows cause we don't tiptoe
We got the tendencies to disclose too much info
Everybody, everybody want to be famous yeah
So we ask Santa Claus for fake tits huh
Let's take steps to embrace the objectification
and fix your face next

Yeah you're attractive, anyone's attractive
What? That's not magic, in fact when I last checked
you got casted as an extra, fantastic
But why don't you tone it down to bout half as dramatic
Can't dance past without a glance at the glass
Still won't admit that you practised that accent
Your personalities are canvas
You wanna impress me? Go fix a decent sandwich
Come on chuckles, grab a cluster of struggles
Muster up the guts to tattoo 'em on your knuckles
Broken models causing troubles
Frozen nostrils, solve that puzzle
How many photo albums full of self-indulgence?
Cellphones, so portraits can be helmed
on your favorite internet social network rebellion
Got me wondering what the fuck you selling

[Chorus: 2X]

The Number None Lyrics – Atmosphere

[Slug]
Alright
Baby listen, they playing our song
You want to slow dance with me? C'mon
You can just say no
You ain't gotta be a douche about it

I was just a kid, she was just a kid
Lost in the mix, it didn't matter what we did
She used to baby me, I was her baby doll
I used to chase her around, she was basketball
I guess it had to fall, I should've known
No model to follow, we were both from broken homes
But we used to laugh about acting grown up
and I could hear her mom in the back yelling hang the phone up
A teenage love, a teenage love
Keep up the crush on what it means to us
It's okay girl, we don't even need to fuck
I was the first one to show her what a penis was
We used to sit on the park bench and hold hands
Staying out past dark to feel the romance
Summer time I was waking up early
Bounce out the flat little worm, get the birdy
Walk to her house and watch a couple movies
Kissing on her nipples, playing with the coochy, whoo!
That's as far as it ever got, pet the spot
Get her all wet and hot, and then it stopped
Frustration, soon after that
She broke up with me like boom it's a wrap
She said that we were moving too fast
No seducing the ass, she needed room to relax
But hold up now, I don't understand
All I really wanted was to be your lover man
We can wait, no pressure, I'll be patient
She said stop calling me, I'm taking a vacation
So there it was decorated with the wordplay
I'm at school and I'm tryna hide my hurt face
She started seeing others but it got worse, wait
She let my homeboy hit it on the first date

Oooh!
Sorry dude
Makes me wanna sing, I wanna sing, c'mon

[Repeat - 4X]
I don't miss you, but I remember you
You taught a lesson and for that I give you gratitude
I'm such a mess with love and sex
But I don't fuck around with my best friend's ex, nah

Freefallin' Lyrics – Atmosphere

[Chorus x2:]
Freefallin' when you shook from the pack
Keep walkin', let the foot leave a track
We often gotta look for the path
These problems, are the good ones to have

[Slug: Verse 1]
Nobody wanna struggle at home
Bass in his voice, trouble in her tone
What kinda couple makes a puzzle out of stone?
Choppin' and poppin' all of the bubbles that are blown
Nobody wanna be wrong
And once the line gets drawn across what we disagree upon
It could be the timebomb that we sleep on
It's just a little one
Back and forth like a ping pong
Nobody wants an argument
You try to bargain as a friend
But it's hard to with a star offense against a smart defense
And the history you share is full of scars and dents
Nobody likes breakin' up
When you hate the situation, but you crave the touch
You might stay in the relationship for the simple sake of it
Because you know it's based in love

[Chorus x2:]
Freefallin' when you shook from the pack
Keep walkin', let the foot leave a track
We often gotta look for the path
These problems, are the good ones to have

[Slug: Verse 2]
Nobody wanna go to work
For some older jerk that doesn't know the dirt
That's embedded in the hearts of those that hurt
Monday through Friday and Saturday's for bonus perks
Nobody befriends the beast
Just to make ends meat and try to pay rent and eat
Spreadsheets by the end of the week
You'd rather spread them sheets and try to get some sleep
Nobody wanna lift a crate
That ain't living great
You wanna kid and play
You should dip, escape
No two week notification
Show up late and quit today
Nobody wants an awful boss
That got you poppin' out the top of your mouth as if it's common talk
You ought to wait until you off the clock
And appreciate the fact that you got a job

[Chorus x2:]
Freefallin' when you shook from the pack
Keep walkin', let the foot leave a track
We often gotta look for the path
These problems, are the good ones to have

[Slug: Verse 3]
But somebody want that life you got
They think your boyfriend's nice or your wife is hot
They on your block lookin' at that home you bought
They'd move in today if that door wasn't locked
Nowadays you ought to watch your spot
Even with all the flaws of that boss you mock
You could still close your eyes and toss a rock
I bet you'd hit someone that'd love to cop your job
That's what I thought
Of course you don't stop
You won't take the shot
You can't afford the loss
If you don't wanna taste the sauce
Then put the plate down and take a walk
Drop or move away from the pot
Cause every time you talk
Complain a lot
Don't forget to count the balls y'all caught
Enjoy what you got before it all falls off

[Chorus x2:]
Freefallin' when you shook from the pack
Keep walkin', let the foot leave a track
We often gotta look for the path
These problems, are the good ones to have

To All My Friends Lyrics – Atmosphere

[Slug]
Yeah, I saw the sign in the window, for the job
Yeah I got a high school education, but that's all
Skills? You wanna know if I got some skills?
Yeah I got some skills
This goes out to all my friends

What you gonna be when you grown up?
I'm all grown up and still don't know what
I might throw up, I rock a tow-truck
Long as it means that I can get old and post up
I used to be a typical winner
Living off the gratuity from delivering your dinner
Cause as a kid, I didn't consider
that I would get the opportunity to be a full-time spitter
I love this occupation
I got bosses across the nation
Validation is an understatement
and I don't really know how to take a vacation
My kind don't have any free time
I'm so distracted, but everything's fine
I speak shine and I read signs
Appreciate your opinion but this dream's mine
It's all love, we're cool
But you don't tell a cowboy what to do
I was the ugly kid that didn't listen
Little big man full of ambition
Based on imagination, just like you
Daydreaming, thinking bout the things I might do
I used to paint, draw and illustrate
Mom would facilitate and it would feel okay
Seems like yesterday still plays a part
When I grow up, I wanted a job making art
Picture that, how many years old?
Young enough to mix up love with career goals
But I was just this tall when they told me
that the world was mine, but the papers weren't signed
There's no deed, so proceed to go seed
up the whole piece like it owes me groceries
Don't breathe until you formally know me
Won't leave? Better call authorities
It's all love, we're cool
But you tell an astronaut what to do
The turntables stole my heart
Burnt the paintbrush, broke it apart
I miss it, I might revisit
But I wasn't that good, I admit it, maybe you can't tell
But as a kid, I wanted to be Melle Mel
And later as a teenager I wanted to be LL
Then I discovered weed and I wanted to be Del
But thank God eventually I found myself
It's funny when I bump into fools
I used to go to school with, and they ask what I'm doing
Half of the time I want to crack a lie
But fuck it, I'm still a wannabe rapper guy
Hahaha, yeah I guess that it seems that way
I get to see the world, and it's decent pay
As long as somebody want to see us play
I wake up every morning and I seize the day
It's all love, we're cool
But you don't tell the president what to do

It's like that y'all, it's like this y'all
I don't get to call in sick y'all

EP: "Leak At Will" (2009)

• C'mon Lyrics – Atmosphere
• They Always Know Lyrics – Atmosphere
• The Ropes Lyrics – Atmosphere
• White Noise Lyrics – Atmosphere
• Feel Good Hit Of The Summer Part 2 Lyrics – Atmosphere
• Mother's Day Lyrics – Atmosphere
• Millie Fell Off The Fire Escape Lyrics – Atmosphere

C'mon Lyrics – Atmosphere

C'mon [repeated]

When he was a kid he was the joker
Low potential, straight mediocre
Class clown, sneak off out the back door
Long hair leave a grease spot on the black board
C'mon honey take off that bra
Tryin to hit a homerun in your mom's garage
He loved graffiti, it opened him
Creeped down the alley with a can of rustoleum
Canvas, that flat surface
He learned quick to control the nervousness
If it aint buildin he burnt the bridge
And no he dont give a damn what the curfew is
Chased away all the saving grace
While them old folks bitch about the way hes raised
Southside Minneatmosphere
Get ya running from the cops just for practice here
Well what do ya know he got older
Trying to apply what childhood showed him
Everybody left out in that cold
To try to learn how to manage all that weight on his shoulders
We all want the easy life a piece of the pie that'll keep us high
So turn it up til' the speakers cry
And don't quit til' you reach the sky, c'mon

c'mon [repeated]

And as an adult he took a good look
Stayed away from the gangs and the crooks
Even though he came from the same neighborhood
So he fully understood that gang textbook
Stay original be individual
Push the pedal and never settle for the typical
Feed your children look out for your people
Live and let live and each one teach those
Good luck get a tight defense
And i hope you can depend on your higher sense
Blanked emcees let em grow for
The followers, felons, the fallen soldiers
Hey rapper, we know it don't stop
But don't forget about the folks on your block
hey dopeman what you doin with the cash crop
fuckin up gettin fat, fuckin up fellow have nots
hey preacher, politician
is that the house you live in
how's the kitchen
hey policeman dont bother
even as a kid i only played robbers and robbers
headphone activists
aggressive pacifists
i aint saying you gotta kill cops
just look at your life check what its built off

c'mon [repeated]

They Always Know Lyrics – Atmosphere

[Slug]
They always know [4X]

She left that town
because nobody there really cared whether or not she kept around
All they care about is which people slept around
They pay no mind to who really held it down
It's like high school for grown ups
It's no wonder everyone you know is so nuts
Ex-boyfriendships with benefits
Whiskey binges and stimulated sedatives
Sky-high on the floor of your closet
Thinking bout life and how it tastes like garbage
It's time to get gone away from this town
Seems still wants to blame her surroundings
Got a grudge and a pocket of neurotic love
Played a perfect game but forgot what the object was
Where's the book that the answers are sketched in?
Life lessons, all types of questions
Sick of being misled and lied to
They all want to get inside you, they get inside you
It's enough right, to make you want to just die
Shhh, cry yourself to sleep on that bus ride

They always know

The Ropes Lyrics – Atmosphere

[Slug]
Hey man, you remember Stephanie's little cousin?
Yeah, a little feminine motherfucker
Used to be scared of the football, yeah man
Nah, nah I saw him the other night down town
Wilding out man, it was crazy
Running around headpin
Waving a gun at frat boys and shit

Ay dog, I heard you got those trees
Wait dog, you can't possibly pee
Even thirteen, what you doing open this late?
You ain't got no older brothers to hold you in place
Yeah I know, you gotta get your hustle on
and life does go on and fronts like nothing's wrong
State law says you're too young to work
But a couple of bucks will put a gun up under your shirt
Coke, weed, junk and speed
Teach me another type of hide and seek
Chemistry, economics, math and business
Already a pimp before high school's finished
Even the rich kids get in the mix
Only difference is them bitches did it for kicks
And we quick to say it's just a game that's dealt
that gave you that rope so you can hang yourself
It goes...

[Chorus 2X]
So big kid, where did you go?
We made you grow up quick, showed you the ropes
Do it up so...

[Slug]
The movies and the music taught me how to do it
And how to build a crew, and how to get it moving
Supply and demand came and held my hand
Should've seen me back then, didn't even have a plan
Only had a pistol cause they had a pistol
Cocked that hammer and blowed them missiles
I only had a handful of minutes
So if we gon' talk then we only talk business
Now tell me what you want from me
I got a few females, you need some company
Because y'all don't be where those junkies be
But hold up now, you gon' pull your guns on me?
Nah man, I'm a big kid with big dreams
You gon' treat me like you know that I'm only sixteen
Huh, well fuck it right? Shut my eyesight
Only squeezed out a couple and I only got double life

[Chorus: 2X]

[Slug]
Hey there girly, you got your worm early
Jumped off the branch, fly little birdy
Look around, but don't look down
cause you see no need to touch foot to the ground
Sex, drugs, rock and rolled up
Them older boys got you thinking that you growed up
Spent the whole day getting high
Putting work on them little thighs
And I ain't tryna criticise
You gotta live your life, you gotta get your stripes
Take aim and kiss the sky
Don't be another one wishing that you did it right
Nah do your best, it's all we can expect
Try to see the game while it deals the death
Got to keep keeping on, move it along
cause there's a whole lot left when today's all gone, now

[Chorus: 2X]

White Noise Lyrics – Atmosphere

[Chorus: 2X]
White noise, made its way into my life
It should all get cancelled
I don't think I can handle you going channel to channel

[Slug]
A million channels, nothing channelled
Bunch of reality shows full of assholes
All the popular situation comedy
caught up in the oxymoronic hypocrisy
On the couch with remote on search
Seen better acting on them shopping networks
I'd like put my foot through the glass
But without it I would have to shoot smack to relax
Every A.M. starts to a cartoon
Watch it in the afternoon and see the people argue
Prime time television is worse though
Surf the shit, I'd rather watch the commercials
Program a nation of clones
Subliminal seeds, watch 'em grow
So tune in for next week's show
like if it wasn't all, what the fuck would you know?
It goes...

[Chorus: 2X]

[Slug]
A million channels selling me dreams
Expensive celebrities telling me things
So insecure I must confess
that I'ma purchase whatever it takes to get sex
I need your product for my life to grow
I buy those so I can be more desirable
I'm trying everything under the sun, I want one
so I can separate myself from the crumbs
White noise at the speed of light
Make me feel right so I can sleep at night
Make my teeth white, help to build my self-esteem
cause I believe in your magic beans
Now, cast and call all attractive characters
Goodnight to groove and gesundheit America
Hurry up, plug it in and serve it up
Put it on a channel full of static and turn it up

[Chorus: 2X]

[Slug]
When I go to the job, it's on!
When I go to the bar, it's on!
When I go to my home, it's on!
When I go to my bed, it's on!
When I pick up my son, it's on!
When I'm tracking at the studio, it's on!
When I'm in my hotel room, it's on!
When I get on the tour bus, it's on!
When I visit you in jail, it's on!
When I'm at Anthony's house, it's on!
When I go see Sahdeeq, it's on!
When I'm kicking it with Murs, it's on!
When I'm out in Los Angeles, it's on!
When I visit New York, it's on!
When I'm kicking it in Texas, it's on!
When I went to South Korea, it's on!

[Chorus]

[KRS-One sample from "Love's Gonna Get'Cha (Material Love)"]
"I got a 55 inch television you know
and every once in awhile I hear just say no
Or the other commercial I love
is when they say, this is your brain on drugs"

Feel Good Hit Of The Summer Part 2 Lyrics – Atmosphere

[Slug]
This, this is your... day
Little Pat, the fuck was that?

I won't lie little homie, they opened up doors for me
Still hoping there's a moral to that story
I think about all the time dedicated to getting inebriated
We did it just for the sake of it
Your family physician is a dope man
That new prescription got you open
Came a long way from visions of spirits
Now we getting lifted off the cough syrups
I saw up close how fucked up coke was
So I was always too neurotic for the powder narcotics
Huh, but I'm a pot head, functional alcoholic
I don't binge though, I understand the logic
I like hash but that shit's always hidden
and I've never seen peyote here in my jurisdiction
Never used a needle but I know bout the sweats
cause I'm addicted to coffee, cigarettes, probably sex
Ecstasy is too damn strong for me
and the intensity lasts too long for me
Plus I figure I don't need any buzz
to make me any more needy than I already was
Huh, and to be real I don't trust them pills
Somebody's mobile home laboratory up in the hills
Or maybe bikers in a basement, dirty and nervous
Tryna measure out the right amount of laundry detergent
Hallucinogenics, who's tempted
to bend your perception for a few seconds?
Actually it's like a half-day gave away
A deal that you made to do nothing but play and pray
Please dear God, don't want to vomit again
I promise from now on I'll stick to marijuana plants
Mushrooms and me will not be friends
until the next time that Nate shows up with tops and stems
Gobble 'em, yum, no, tastes like shit
But you'll forget about that once they kick
And for me acid was the same trip
until the part came where you wonder what it's made with
Think about it, you're so high sitting there
Thinking about thinking about it, so high sitting there
Strict nine-six, vision impaired
Found the meaning of existing on the floor in your kitchen, yeah
I ain't gonna tell you that you better not do it
But master your high, try not to abuse it
Stay away from me if your life's getting stupid
and please stop pretending that it makes better music