Atmosphere - Besos lyrics
One up Never still if the sun up It's all love until the gubs see you come up It's like a jungle never know what's gonna run up We just wanna live forever with the thumbs up Barcelona, no stops got the bump up Smart phone in case the cops pull the gun up Artichoke, heart's soft, my thug tough Garçon, bring a cup of that young drunk I ain't ya boy baby, you got me f**ed up Wait, let me state it plainly Shut the f** up Trust don't occupy space with dumb luck Hush, fuzz got the tour bus bugged up Shh.. Dirty like the wheels on a dump truck Birds snuck through the security with nun chucks Adrenaline rush, the whole party jump up I flood nut on her sponge bu*t It goes people people I love the way you love the people people People people I love the way you love the people people People people I love the way you love the people people People From everywhere gather around Uh uh Now, too playa, too clean for spoons Got a, routine cause I fiend for structure But cha, shooting at the ring and the moon Screaming, f** the world Cause that girl don't love you There's a few dreams to choose But if they don't let you keep your shoe strings They don't want you to suffer And if you're blessed you can haunt each other In a city of ghosts where the vultures flutter Now, mood swings a convenient excuse Seems there's gotta be something in the bu*ter Smother the fire before it gets discovered One foot in the grave the other foot in the gutter Uh, boosting any loose thing, if it ain't screwed down It becomes pray to my hunger I take it back to my underground bunker Stay cool everybody, have an awesome summer People people I love the way you love the people people People people I love the way you love the people people People people I love the way you love the people people People from everywhere gather around Uh uh Now Bonus, me and my cojones Hoping that you never treat me like I'm homeless Unless it mean you about to see me with some donuts Or Dominate the nomination where your zone is What you thinkin, it's the reason we're in show biz Work like a clown with the squirt guns loaded Only thing being worse than lonely is coke dick Word got around, and now we call you blow fish You was pissing in your own bowl of porridge When I rode across the ocean on the back of a tortoise Never see try to act like I'm gorgeous Greasy mother f**er make it party with the Socs Tweet a picture of my penis to the POTUS Roll my weed in the papers of some old eviction notice Is the police came like a swarm of locusts Hanky panky yanky doodle of America