- Atmosphere It Goes 歌詞
- Atmosphere
- [SLUG]Now, when you come to apply for a job
Dont tell em youre homeless
Cause I promise they wont hire you
And if they like your songs
Just nod your head and play along
Never tell em what inspires you
I bet my fans know me better than my friends do
Because my friends dont pay that much attention
The fans memorize every single sentence
Which makes them far too smart to ever start a friendship
I need to start writing pieces about other peoples problems
Cause strangers are starting to get worried
Im in a hurry to try to slow the system down a bit
And find happiness before
I hit thirty
OK, OK, Ive said too much
I wear my heart on my sleeve
When all I need to do is write a hit
Somebody shoulda showed me how to shut up and breathe
Cause theres a time and place to bite your lip
It goes peace to phobia
For the boots made for walking
Now if only
Best Buy could break me off with a
WalkmanEverything would be fine
I could spend time smiling
Instead of pulling a sad clown around this island
Ive got no suggestions
Well, maybe one
Leave my type alone when you decide to touch that microphone
See, me and you
Were on different pages
Were in different stages
Weve got different flavors
Imma let you do your thing
Just as long as your thing
Aint got a single thing to do with me and what
Im trying to bring
But if my name crosses your lips
You better guard yourtongue
Pardon me, give me my respect, and keep it all in fun
If I had extra time
Id walk around and shake everybodys hand(Like, how you doin my man?)
But Im not allowed
Im trying to beat the clock now
So Im out, right after
I rock this crowd
It goes: ola ola olaaa (yeah)
Ola ola olaaa [2x]
It goes: one two three four five
Six seven eight nine ten
And all I ever wanted out of live was rhymin
Either from me or an innocent bystander
I wasnt that picky, just give it to me quickly
Whatever it takes, to cook these cakes
You wanna hear your voice but dont know nothing bout the breaks
And its obvious you havent found your place
Got me askin,
Who is he?''
How did he end up in my city?'Im the crocodile that the trucker tried to wrestleIm the main ingredient from yesterdays specialClose the hole and push that levelIll chop the head off the devil and Ill throw it at youAnd Ill be damned if I ever climb another treeFrom here on, the squirrels and birds can come to meFrom sun to sun and from sea to sea(Girl, they call me Slug, do you wanna make love?)Now all the leaders in the place, throw your hands in the airAll the feeders in the house, throw your hands in the airAll the thinkers here tonight, put your hands in the airAnybody we forgot, you can stand there and stareYeah, you remember, tracksmart ( ?), off to a bad startThe way I used to carry got buried in the backyardCaught between a scotch and a cinnamon Pop-TartThe bell doesnt work, foo, you better knock hardLine by line, Im doing fineIdeas on my mind for my timeHail when my kind does leave behindTheyll find that I was the one that died tryingI would never trade the way I am for the way Im notMy crew is kinda popular, we get to play a lotAnd my son thinks that I am the coolest thing in the worldCause hes still too young to fall in love with girlsIt goes: ola ola olaaaYeah, youre listening to the cool sounds of AtmosphereOla ola olaaaFrom Minneapolis, MinnesotaOla ola olaaaGivin a shout-out to the whole worldOla ola olaaaAnd wed like to tell all of yall, it goes:Ola ola olaaaTo yallOla ola olaaaTo usOla ola olaaNow band, shut up, let the bassman do his thing, * ******s like that andIts like that andIts like this andIts like this and [2x]It goes: ola ola olaaOla ola olaaa [3x]It goes...
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