Atmosphere

Atmosphere - 3.2 Red Dog lyrics

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One of those nights

warm beer, cold women

I just don't fit in

It goes 1, it goes 2, it goes

3-2 red dog in the hoodie

too much "person" in your "ality", the friction could be

Should we continue with dialogue as I study these new faces

I would fix my shoe laces, but the room place was

Shoes cut loose at the front door

got dirty socks, I'm on the floor

and thoughts is what I hunt for

Driftin in and out of conversations I know nothing about

Fuck your topics, I didn't come to see you

But yo I'm here, might as well make the worst of this warm shitty beer

and I'm nursin it, and cursin it

I'm sick of it, but still grippin it and sippin it

Hopin it'll dull the pain of the sight of your lips flippin' shit

So here I sit, inside my atmosphere

I don't know a single motherfucker here

but maybe that's my fear

Pull out my notebook and let go

Intro-spectro cep

Not so pleased to meet you

and I hate techno

I only came to see the girl that lives here

TW #11, cold women warm beer [x2]

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