Atmosphere - Panic Attack lyrics
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<i>[Verse 1]</i><br>
Little mama got a little pill to swallow<br>
A little water to follow it down the tunnel<br>
Got a lot of walls but the house is hollow<br>
Got a lot of holes, never found the shovel<br>
Panic attack, so what's the plan of attack?<br>
You had to be had, you cut it in half, you had to react<br>
You battle with your shadow from front to back<br>
Stack up the stats, handle the math and that'll be that<br>
Hold your head up, I know your fed up<br>
But don't let it get up to the top of them steps love<br>
Instead of playing with the pieces that got messed up<br>
Get dressed up, we going out to catch the best buzz<br>
Self-medicated, spirit on elevated<br>
Help take the self-made self-hate and celebrate it<br>
And I could tell you hated it when you felt naked<br>
But the poison tastes great, wanna know how the hell they made it?<br>
And if the dizzy don't kill you, the city will<br>
Simply for the thrill of wiping up a sticky spill<br>
Little tricky, get busy of a fifty bill<br>
So take that little pill straight to your pretty grill<br>
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<i>[Hook X8]</i><br>
Here it comes, there it goes again<br>
Panic attack<br>
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So what you drinking? So what you popping?<br>
So what you eating? So what you dropping?<br>
So what you smoking? So what you sniffing?<br>
So how you coping? So what's the difference?<br>
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<i>[Verse 2]</i><br>
Contagious, it runs like the paint does<br>
Sedate the sober and over anxious<br>
The pages of pain that make the songs on the playlist<br>
The renegade rain that jumped just to flood the basements<br>
Look honey everybody needs a helper buddy<br>
No body's drug free, the streets would be hella bloody<br>
Do you call yourself a patient of a junky?<br>
The only thing that separates is who takes your money<br>
All smile like we're gonna go buck wild<br>
Order up a shot, prescription filled up now<br>
Pop another (what?) distracted by the rush while<br>
We fight all night about what to name the lovechild<br>
I'm on that go-nuts life that got that gold touch<br>
Fresh, fly, wild, bold, what? Like the cold crush<br>
No luck, don't hold much, just an old flush<br>
Made up of hearts, Queen high off the faux-blush<br>
Freak-outs speak out, and bleed out, and speak out<br>
And reroute and seek out the weak crowd<br>
If we doubt, but when I see it keep out the beast<br>
I'll believe for now, it's all "peace, I got to be out"<br>
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<i>[Hook X8]</i><br>
Here it comes, there it goes again<br>
Panic attack<br>
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Panic attack <i>[X3]</i><br>
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