Atmosphere - I Wish Those Cats @ Fobia Would Give Me Some Free Shoes lyrics

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Tomorrow's forecast: flurries motherfucker!

(... Snowman in full effect)

Snowman in full effect so play the odds out 'till April

The tapes will grow so we can buy posters and staples

I bet that kid Slug will bust flows, if you ask nice

It's Friday night, point me to the party wanna grab mics

Used to get queezy when it was time to rock that B.B.

But nowadays I'm just trying to get Musab away from the TV

Cause I can't fuck with the Zenith, I rather criticize Tuesdays releases

With the elitists at the fetus

Yet, another factory film is what we present

Surrounding, bitch needed a ballpoint, no grievance

Let's all point our fingers towards the path we venture

Minneapolis natives taken the rap of winter bad contender

Let me catch a lukewarm triple mocha to reach the speed

Of the? cat? that scratched on my sofa

And in the green room is emcees and in the kitchen is dirty dishes

And my position: blurry vision

And I'm livin' in a section where heads is frozen stiff

And these skinny powdered sniffin' kids is posin' talkin' shit

Since the first time I met you backstage in the name room

I knew that I did not want to occupy the same room

I drive for a living, but I take the bus to work

Auditioned for the role of Jesus, got the part of "Jerk"

Armed with a walkman and a fake grin and a basement mindstate when I-

Simply took a left at Nicollet

Sucking on a cigarette did some pinch hits before I left

And now the nicotine is liftin' it

Choke at the last drag and flick remains at the gutter

Flip up the hood just to keep the brains covered

I'm trying to grow a mountain out of a foothill

I see people rockin' my t-shirt, and I'm still shopping at Goodwill

In a struggle, in a warzone, grew some extra personality

Now I won't have to flee or fight alone

The microphone: that's my weapon and I'm on a quest for Heaven

Or rent me some comprehension

It's busy as fuck, just gimme a three hour lead (Hour lead)

So I can reflect maybe rent a flick and re-learn how to read

The weed turn out the sleeves and found a bunch of tricks

And used a cleaver to relieve all these unnecessary limbs

Misplaced the gems and jewels I meant to give you

To lift you, and lost my mind inside the issue

And now I live it in a section where heads is frozen stiff

And these skinny powdered sniffin' kids is posin' talkin' shit

Since the first time I met you backstage in the name room

I knew that I did not want to occupy the same room

I drive for a living, but I take the bus to work

Auditioned for the roll of Jesus, got the part of "Jerk"

Armed with a walkman and a fake grin and a basement mindstate when I think-

Now, I got spies positioned at various chivos around the city

Lots of people that's down with me cause the evils out to get me

It's easy to decipher who can taste me

A lot of locals used to hate me, but now I think the tolerate me

You can only hear what I feel when my eyes are shut

Mistakes are piling up, excuses: they lining up

I'm trying to fuck reality, but I'm impotent I can't get it up

Cause she's a duck and her personality sucks just my luck

I caught the wrong bus guess I'll get off at the crossroads

And take a long lunch

Next month when I got my head right I'm a grab a lead pipe

And beat some life into this dead mic

So let the tape roll and extract all the juices

Read the hate mail in the bathroom and place wages on the losers

In the beginning, you can't help but wanna be innovative

But eventually the opposition leaves you jaded

Like hell no (Hell no), I don't wish I was a baller

I'm six foot three, there ain't no need for me to be any taller

I just wish those cats over there at Fobia would hit me off with some free gear or somethin'

... Come on

Cause I'm livin' in a section where heads is frozen stiff

And these skinny powdered sniffin' kids is posin' talkin' shit

Since the first time I met you backstage in the name room

I knew that I did not want to occupy the same room

I drive for a living but I take the bus to work

Auditioned for the role of Jesus, got the part of "Jerk"

Armed with a walkman and a fake grin and a basement mindstate when I

Think of how simple it could all be

Uh, yeah, Gob said that uh, I-I can come in and pick some shit out?

That-that's cool? Alright...