Liquor Lyles Cool July - ATMOSPHERE

Can you D-I-G I-T?

Colossal, large, big as it gets, massive

I’d kill you all if I wasn’t so passive

Instead I creep off to a booth and hold it solo

To study these people, you fuckin' filth

Workin' on my fifth, or maybe my sixth

Where every women represents the meaning of existence

I’ve no choice but to notice the one that consistently keeps me enlisted

Keeps me aware, she has no idea where my head sits

And if she did, how do you think she’d react?

Maybe double up and laugh?

Maybe catch some relief?

Place wagers on the theories, keep your eye on my trap

Emotions speak through me in the form of gratuity

Is this enough?

Is there an underlying message?

Of course — every act deserves a response

It’s my place to watch the one she takes, try to guess it

If I could only prove what I really feel

Maybe just would thrust her into my zone

Last call, lights out, time to pay the bill

Again the waitress and I both drive home alone, where you goin'?

Yo Crescent Moon

What up?

You see Slug?

That fool told us to meet him up here separately.

I don’t see him though

Yo, yo, you see that girl over there?

Her?

Nah, nah, not the waitress, the other girl, yo

Bam!

Whoo!

Hell yeah!

Yo, yo, I’m gonna go over there and say what’s up

You tell me if you see Slug, alright?

I’ll tell you man, it’s all good, it’s all good

Give me a shot of Cuervo or something

You think that’s bad, but that ain’t all

We all down thinking that’s