Atmosphere - Paint The Canvas Brown lyrics
an*lysis, canvas, cover up Irrelevence, call me ba*tard, run 'em up Just one drag short, of a bad cough Please fill up my gla**, so I could blast off I've hit the jackpot, to often to count I'm a pro, you could tell by the way that I mount I'm not as young as I look or as lonely as I act And I'm the only one here that ain't holdin' me pack Everyone's friendly, 'till the dugout's empty So she's looking for god at the 7th street entry I'm honest depressed so she's got two hits of exstacy And right now we really need a referee The boys with baseball caps like to hear me speak They relate to me, their trouble looks like mine The women however they like to watch me fall They like to watch me stumble, I do it all the time Just one more, reverberated night I'm a keep practicin', until I get it right Continue to swim through whoever, whatever Let the Earth turn 'till I learn to control the weather Starving, trying to feel important Hardly, well let me get my point across Farming, gonna grow my portions I'm guarding, keep 'em from the greedy goblins Heart string, they play me like a game Bombarding, flatter me and come home My darling, don't even know my real name The bar scene, designated me a low life Barring, between love and the truth Starting to die, always in a rush Sardine, packed me deep into the groove Parking is easy when you ride the bus Yo, carving, my name into the tree Alarming, let 'em know that I'm there I'm parting my hair like I part the seas I'm barking my words into the atmosphere Marketing, everyone come on down to the party, we're gonna have a good time Charting, spin my record round I'm starving, I'm trying to eat my rhymes Babylon ain't the far of move for them Babylon and them got somethin' to prove But when the battles on them not know what to do You better move baby, you better move Caught within the corner of the eye of the beholder Supporters metaphorically ma**age from neck to shoulder But the missiles with the messages The man at the war with every issue that encompa**es the plan of the soldier I like to hold my breath when I attempt to talk to the cousin that debts the men I could walk all along ledge in ten and fallin' off without one cent, no sense Tell all my people I got s**ed under a needle And it's less about the evil than it is about the ego More low, no high, tryin' to fly like an eagle How many folks can fit into a Volkswagen Beetle He sleeps on a bench under a blanket, that doesn't charge him rent He'd like to thank you for the time and thought you spent regardin' anger He knows it's hardly meant, you didn't mean it And she's learnin' to pronounce all the daddy's holy doubts More bounce to the ounce A mouthful of how did the clown make the magic, make the rabbit make the sound Pull it down, paint the whole canvas brown