Atmosphere - Millenium Dodo lyrics

I only act like an a**hole Why don't ya'll stay in back Let the man grow I can't tell what town this is But I know that bill was a counterfeit Hye bartender, bump a top jar Gotta think about where to dump this cop car I'm too slick, so f** your bullsh** I'm coolin in the corner with my custom pool stick My grandad must've played the jazz When I bleed you can hear my heartbeat snap All around the world, its the same bar Wishin that the jukebox had some Gangstarr State to state, I chase fate But my stereo ate all my favorite tapes So babydoll, you better straighten up the attitude Or you ain't gonna make it with me All the way to Baton Rouge Call her mama, she make the milk pour A 94', too high to read the billboard Got a room at the Best Western The guy at the front desk looks like Les Nessman Hush now, not a sound Shut the door, and lay your towel down Ya'll run around and figure out what its all about While I try to find a cure for this cotton mouth I keep track of the miles I run But read the flask, say Southside, son Took a sip through the hole of my ski mask Roll till we get to the Burbs for the cheap gas Speed pa**, Millenium Dodo I got my own lane, I don't wait for the popo So order up another plate of oysters You talk so much, you makin my voice hurt Dental floss inside of the glove box Radio locked on the cla**ic rock With the mirrorball, Escape From New York style Double parked outside of the court house The windchill got a big ol bu*t My breath fog all the windows up Take a break from the rotten grapevines Fill the tank and then spank the state lines Never make this mountain move, naw you're bound to lose But I knew that I could count on you Next rounds on you (Is that true?) Wash my sins off in the rain Caught this fish now, light the flame I only claim whats in my veins That's my crown and that's my name Gotta wait till they slash the price Before you catch a life But we can spend half the night with the dashboard light (Is that right?) I'm just sayin if its all a game, you can hang your pain In the hall of fame Don't make me explain, that's my crown and that's my name The pick pockets call me Ali Baba I'm here to sell you some magic water You might know me as Jacob and Malcom's father Rest in peace Eyedea and Sally Slaughter Its like that ya'll