Atmosphere - Which Way Is Up lyrics
rate meHe woke up sweat got em' soaked up
Looking like he spent the night getting hosed up
Smoke a butt lit it of the stove and rush your focus up when they breaking bread they never broke enough
just another day waiting for tomorrow
situation got em pacing at the crossroads staccato face full of nostrils heart beating like you’re getting chased on that cop show ..
He sick he’s getting cut short on the stick again
They sitting pretty but won’t let the business in projecting bricks of aggression protect your section don’t cover the next man I know you’re frustrated must hate it maybe stuck in a ditch when the revolutions updated some make it and get upgraded
every little prick wanna fuck lady luck butt-naked
That’s why I over react like you opened your lap And gave birth to a swarm of rats.
somebody should have warned your ass its worse to crash then to run outta gas.
go real forever stuck like a tattoo
No meal go check your gut and snap too
Don’t feel getting up under a bad move
So deal, get the f*ck out of the vacuum.
2 x Chorus:
Go real, Can't thief advantage of
no meal, can’t eat handshakes and hugs
don’t feel can’t sleep so take them drugs
so deal, can’t see which way is up.
Boars head helmet, long in the tooth I walk a three headed dog I call em duck duck goose ooze through the cookie aisle hands down marvelous Possibly escorting hundred handers out of tartarus
Mans dead claws stack adorable cash and flip a cardboard crown like a spork and a mash stonewalling Two knees knock on a tucked tail Swan song wrong flower top thumbnailed
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Pop the mach 1 hotel robe and a Plymouth duster 86'd from his givin infrastructure feared to his feet with filterous hail Marys and a company of cartoon stars and canaries .kid Schroeder ivory's picked over.parts marched out to sea on sick shoulders
broadcast image of 3d art litter and the diagonal arrow when you’re bleeding heart sticker people of earth we are not as we are seeming the radio is on but dialog isn't breathing That’s why my people drive a long leaning Back into the fires that
forged the whole evening speeding
GO real,cruisers get excited on the turn pike
No meal,ticket no bricks no birth rights
Don't feel, nothing... sleep days work nights
So deal, and stay the fuck outta the search light.
[Chorus:]
Go real, no meal, don’t feel, so deal.
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Thanks to ShinRa for correcting these lyrics
Thanks to G-Wiz for correcting these lyrics
