They All Get Mad At You - ATMOSPHERE

Once upon a time there was a concept

Someday we can all escape the nonsense

Work hard, let the rewards connect and

Maybe we can sweep up all the trash off them front steps

Silly man, he believed in that ethic

Seeds planted, the needle to the record

It’s in the plans that he set out to perfect

But every few steps was a feast with a message

Boost these up for them have-nots

Let’s separate the players and the mascots

Little bit of success is a backdrop

And you kind of look like a jackpot

Give me what you got or get got

Ain’t no getting off at the next stop

Don’t get caught with a wet top

I thought the best shop was the best spot

I guess not

They all get mad at you, so see-through

Not much they had to do but read through

Turn off that attitude, they need you

No time to act a fool, just be cool

Now keep your defence up right

No choice but to be tense, uptight

Not one type and the other just might

Throw shots at your body, character even love life

But why they got to turn your meals in?

Try and not to hurt them feelings

But burnt pride or burn that ceiling

In between the search and the curse of the dreams man

Girl, look at how they stare at ya

Pass judgement, together they’re chapters

Come back a year after, they’re happily ever after

And I wonder what the world will look like from their ladder

And now you had it up to right there

Hey mama, put the kid back in the high chair

Act like you care that life ain’t fair

Nah, let 'em finish up their nightmare

Open up them cracks, you can’t overreact

It don’t stop but you seem so relaxed

You know they gonna cross over them tracks

But it thoughts like that that keep holding you back

Is that really how it works now?

Is they hurt style ever worthwhile?

Return it with a smirk or a smile

Cause you took yourself off the dirt pile when you had your first child

It’s too easy to call it envy

Everybody want to be all they can be

New graffiti make 'em feel so heavy

But they all get friendly when your walls are empty

It’s always the same approach

They just want a little thing to hold

You can’t save they soul so just chase your goals

Let 'em hate far away or let 'em hate up close, now