Atmosphere - The Jackpot/Swept Away lyrics
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 s** 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 who*e 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 cla** 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 k** 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 co*k 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 aint happy when i am around she's mad when im gone so imma drink this pint of whiskey and go pa** 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 aint 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 pa**enger 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.."