The Jackpot / Swept Away - ATMOSPHERE

Starin over that strech

Into the horizon

With my eyes and ears closed

Sealed with a clear coat

I’m at a loss for words

But i know a lot of words for loss

I got a whole lotta excuses

To curse and stomp

F**k you very much and kiss me goodbye

Because i’m leaving on the next high

Ain’t no sex allowed

Now all crowd around ma

And show me what you found

He got the truth

And she got the groove

And they raped the youth

And he’s got the proof

Now, nobody move

Nobody gets nowhere

Progress halt and its all my fault

And i dont care

Here i am

Behold this pale whore

Kinda sore throat bloke on tour

Thru the core repell

Followin the chorus

Indorced by the force

And honey i just wanna hug ur curves like a porsche

Go ahead throw them sore issues back on the fire

To feel the flame

Get me high

Lose the blame

Let me slide

Tonight’s the night

And crack me a low and brown

And touch my swollen crown

While i hold it down

Yo, on the level of actually she found me flacid

Skiped class to be fashionally absent

Got me thinking

Caught me drinkin

Tossed my ink across the loos leaf like

Watch me sink into the mind state

Of how imma wait to find fate

Let the pupils dialate

Fly high like the crime rate

Mosiquito bate, baby keep me up to date

Who you love today

Give me a pound and im on my way

Now im at it that imaginary line thats on the floor

What do you mean we should stay in touch, what for?

Not exactly sure

But i agree with your motive

The posion took over

'cause the dose was sugar coated

The world is full of people

Who want nothing short of perfect

And yet they settle for less

Blinded by their quest for purpose

First hit

I knew it was for me

It made me think

Her i sink now

Now i dont remember why i drink

I gotta pay the phone bills

Scrape off the road kill

Hold still

Here’s another girl acting like king of the mole hill

Yo, step with stride

I got this friend named PRIDE

And imma hide him in my pocket

Till the day that i die

And i got this pet peeve

That i only let out to eat

Poked holes in the top of the jar so he can breath

And when he’s old enough

Imma set him free and let him breed

Teach his kids how to build bombs and shoot speed

True indeed

Im all about the lines around the block

Good times

Hip hop

And making rhymes about my cock

So f**k the work

F**k love

F**k man and you

I hope you drown

Face down

In your dandruff shampoo

Thank you for making me

Creating me

Sedating me

Taking me

Appreciating me

Embracing me

Abrasivley tasting me

And waiting patiently

I promise to pay you back on the day we’re free

I wanna thank you for hatin me

Frustratin me

Escaping me

Stickin that stake in me

And blatenley breaking me

Erasing me

Defacing me

And replacing me

I promise to pay you back on the day we’re free

She ain’t happy when i am around

She’s mad when im gone

So imma drink this pint of whiskey and go pass out on her lawn

And when she leaves to go to work

She’ll find me in my superstar

My day off with an angel

Wreck her morning with a loser

I’m true to the game

Don’t know the rules to the game

Ruin my shoes

Stomp into all the puddles and pools in my brain

I could remove my heart

Shave my legs

But no matter how soft i walk

I still manage to break the eggs

I wanna thank you for making me

Creating me

Sedating me

Taking me

Appreciating me

And embracing me

Abrasivley tasting me

And waiting patiently

I promise to pay you back on the day we’re free

Yo, i wanna thank you for hatin me

Frustratin me

Escaping me

Stickin that stake in me

And blatenley breaking me

Erasing me

Defacing me

Replacing me

I promise to pay you back on the day we’re free

Let me clear my throat

Kick it over here baby pop

And let all the fly skimmas feel the beat

Umm drooop

Boom

Its the way she moves that broom that’s got me consumed

And it ain’t got nothing to do with the sleeping

It’s the look on her face thats got me displaced

Plus the fact that she’s prolly got no clue that im peepin

She’s deep into routine

Cleanin off the sidewalk infront of the shop she works

1:15 am

Me, parked in the car in the street

Maybe 30 feet from the spot she sweeps

Emotion taken, who is this human

And why she chewin' my attention

The action, unaware, innocent, purely accident

And whom I askin this?

I’m alone, in the passenger seat of this this part is bleeped out

Awaitin' my companion, but damn man, she’s got me distracted

And it’s not just the fact that she’s attractive

It’s the whole kit-n-kabootle

From the look on her face, to her taste in shoes, to the way she moves

It inspires me to sit and doodle, so

While I write

She wipes down the tagged up picnic tables outside of the bleeped out

It’s missin not a spot

And here I sit again, with a pen

And a desire to be entirely lost in a world of them.

«what do you mean you just wanna be friends.»