Atmosphere - Until The Nipple's Gone lyrics

[Slug] Ninety-nine bottles of ink on the wall Stare at the stars, blink and they fall Stand tall and shrink, small Maybe they all fell asleep at the mall Y'all not clear what to call a career Stop the bus, I'm hopping off here Get down, snuck and got near Just to watch you drown in them crocodile tears Dressed up all black with a clown mask Shred the system, sound clash Fall back when my feet touch ground Hit the Heathrow tarmac like where the pound at? Self-service, getting it to go A lot of work for a little bit of dough Wipe the dirt out the window of the soul Fish with my pole from the middle of the snow Still running, bound to build something Even though we all surrounding by hills crumbling Lil young'n, we k** a**umption Come hit us up, you wanna feel the function? We proof of what you could do if you would have took the lead to speak truth You look cute little sheep in a wolf suit Lost on a rook move, shoot that sense of direction, misconception Get your check and then skip the lesson Get paranoid and collect protection Get destroyed by the boy just stepped in Ain't nobody gon' stay when the stack cracks Nowadays they ain't tryna save a rat's a** Hit the gas and mash past the trash I wouldn't want it any other way and that's that On this tit till it's going flat When I'm gone you can taste my frozen tracks My crew stay deep and we don't relax Ain't going to sleep, too old for naps They say go to hell if you're tryna fold some cash Well ring the bell, there ain't no more cla** Pot or smack, but don't know the facts Spot is packed, who owns the map? I'm not convinced, y'all overact You're on the bench tryna choke the bat I headline shows that they hoping that I get mine, they can go cloak and dag' You had the chance to hold me back I still advance, fade slow to black Y'all are just ants till it all collapse Put both your hands up and throw me claps, c'mon Clap, clap, clap, everybody clap Clap, clap, clap your hands to what he's doing We get 'em jumping around like a swarm of crickets and that's ordinary normal business And you trying to ignore the visit But your girl's online bout to score some tickets I was born a crumb, I'm a poor decision I'll die a crumb, I'm sure it's written But first I'ma smash over ornaments and then bounce 'fore they announce the court's opinion We all rapper rappers We all wanna capture stature like any of it matters Ass backwards and a lack of words Only thing that you're k**ing me with is laughter They used to cap and call me a backpacker But they was mad I had my mack mastered Went up the ladder and I seen the ants So now I treat each track like it's the last chapter Can't take it for granted, cause when it's done I gotta subject my breath to the sh** I've run Gotta respect the mess I'm sitting on So let's get it on until the nipple's gone