Atmosphere - Round & Round lyrics

[chorus:] Round and round upside down Livin my life underneath the ground (x 4) I never had the sk**s that it took to sell weed I was too generous too understanding to your needs As far as school I lacked the motivation for the occupation preparation Guess I'll never catch that bacon I need to find a duty doin sales or some sh** 'cause I was always good at talking people into dumb sh** f** it. Just program some drums I'll be honest to myself and take the wealth if it comes Run baby run baby run Because this metro is destined for ruin Let go of that echo baby what are you pursuing Priorities are twisted head's not on straight I think I'm gonna pop a bottle stop and take a long break And find time to reflect I need to take a second quit breakin my neck Tryin to get this fat pay check Because money is the root of all evil Ay yo most people are evil so I'm on the roof shootin at bald eagles Adrenaline, mescaline, ephedrine and apple sauce Aint nowhere to hang a platinum record on these padded walls Every man's a f*ggot and all women are s*uts So Immuh ho out my love for all of ya'll to shake your bu*ts and [chorus] somewhat exotic how a lot of these cats went about it and when they got crowded let the boundaries clouded I doubted if they only knew how I was comin through Probably be the oasis they was runnin to Fashion the lifestyle around the bashings and lifestyles of entities you don't know much less trust Judgment judgmental the soldier with the common pencil So say wussup when you see me on the bus man Ay yo the worst is yet to come In fact its on its way you better go and get you some Before there aint no more today and hey I'll be just fine tryin to bust rhymes Got my eye on my son and my hand on my Nine O'clock. The clock stops For everybody that you know that got shot And eight o'clock the seconds get hesitant For every cat that went in an accident And seven o'clock time stands still For every man k**ed by the planet's build Consumed by the elements: water, earth, wind, fire when I die I wanna go like that f** the devil's developments [chorus] run away, come away from the land of Sodom and Gomorra run away, come away from the land of the sinking sands (x 4) [chorus] never heard from and hardly seen