Atmosphere - Vanity Sick (iTunes only) lyrics

So she's a stone, cold, playa Whatever old school cliché you wanna label the flavor And when they see her at the festivities Best believe, yes indeed, she gets the lead No surprise it threw you off From the hair-due, down to the boots n socks And it's okay that she blew you off Cause a pony like that gots too much hop Soft smile, but sips a stiff one Way ahead of the competition, no opposition Are you kiddin'? stop the wishin' These other flops ain't gotta pot to piss in Now tonight, this is all you All these Neanderthals wanna ball you Half of ‘em would die just to call you Cause they confined behind the wall too Lets toast to the beautiful people The ones that made you, afraid to be you The ones that trained you, to hate your shell The ones that sold you, your favorite self I don't judge what she's made of I never me that woman underneath that make-up Too insecure to let you in that door What you see is what you get, gotta protect the core So difficult not to invest, just my type, overripe n intense So concerned with coverin' the flaws I'm surprised she doesn't expect applause And each drink tastes so bitter sweet When that jukebox just seems to hit repeat It's best to keep the interest discreet With a hand shake, maybe let her kiss the cheek We think she can get a little thicker She keeps shrinkin' to get a little figure That smile is a warning sticker I'm unavailable to play with your vanity sister…