Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Song About A Friend, artist - ATMOSPHERE. Album song God Loves Ugly, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.04.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
A Song About A Friend |
Slug: «I didn’t say nothin'.» |
Girl: «What?» |
Slug: «I didn’t say nothin'.'» |
Girl: «Yes you did.» |
Slug: «No I didn’t.» |
Girl: «No you didn’t say anything, you just looked at me funny like I’m some |
sort of fucking freak.» |
Slug: «I didn’t look at you.» |
Girl: «Yeah, you looked at me.» |
Slug: «No.» |
Girl: «Yeah, you fucking did.» |
Slug: «What do you mean, FREAK?» |
Who’s this one about? |
Who’s this one about… |
These headphones keep me from rememberin' (rememberin') |
Also guilty of letting me not forget (also guilty) |
What type of harvest will September bring? |
(beckoning) |
Everyone to put him to that test (Somebody please kill me) |
I’ve got a sickness, it feels like love |
It’s not contagious, take off the gloves |
Drop your defenses, apply a coat of perfect |
I’ll form the sentences you try to interpret |
It’d all be so simple if I was rich (But I’m not) |
But I’m not so I compensate with thought (I got a lot) |
I got a lot of nothin' that you need to know (Ay yo) |
You would think he wasn’t aware of the glow (Where'd you go?) |
Swimmin' in a bottle of imposters |
Losin' my ground in the name of takin' it farther |
We can thumb wrestle or we can make a daughter |
I thought it was supposed to get easier when you worked harder |
Stole the city, I still feel helpless |
Baited the hook and caught me a selfish |
I’m gonna gut it, clean it, cook it, feed it to a she |
And see if I can get her to need me |
And now I’m standin' at the bottom of the steps |
And if I tilt my head a little I can look up her dress |
And I’m willin' to bet that she’d move if she knew |
So I’mma tap her on the shoulder, I’mma give her a clue |
Standin' at the bottom of the steps |
And if I tilt my head a little I can look up her dress |
And I’m willin' to bet that she’d move if she knew |
So I’mma tap her on the shoulder, I’mma give her a clue |
All it takes is a stroll down the street |
A pro and he greets a new soul he’d like to meet |
Showed you the beating of the artery he keeps on the end of his sleeve |
As he pretends he can breathe |
Lend me a piece of your superiority |
I feel alone on this mission, I’m wishin' there was more of me |
A pair of me, apparently I’m a parasite caught inside a paradox |
A paradise, a parody, the hair police have got what you need |
For you to get over me and move on with Godspeed |
I’d let it all go and break eggs for a livin' |
If I wasn’t so conditioned to just take what I’m given |
Get it, got it, catch it, caught it, and lost it |
Yet I can’t stop it, it’s embedded in my optics |
Plus the frustration is a product of the gossip |
If you can’t walk away can you at least change the topic? |
Overextended the amount of time allotted |
Broke the engine, I don’t know, cracked the block |
Now I’m standin' at this gravel roadside festival |
And I ain’t tryin' to move cause this view is incredible |
Standin' at the bottom of the steps |
And if I tilt my head a little I can look up her dress |
And I’m willin' to bet that she’d move if she knew |
So I’mma tap her on the shoulder, I’mma give her a clue |
Standin' at the bottom of the steps |
And if I tilt my head a little I can look up her dress |
And I’m willin' to bet that she’d move if she knew |
So I’mma tap her on the shoulder, I’mma give her a clue |
Fall in love with all of she (Fall in love with all of she) |
Hasn’t stopped callin' me (Hasn't stopped callin' me) |
Message in a bottle (There's a message in a bottle) |
And I stepped inside a pothole (I stepped inside a pothole) |
Somehow forgot my name (Somehow forgot my name) |
Blew out the flame (She blew out the flame) |
A means to an end (A means to an end) |
Can’t even be friends, it’s a song about a friend |
She’s still in my dreams (She steals all my dreams) |
Angel spread your wings (Angel spread your wings) |
Tryin' to comprehend (I'm still tryin' to comprehend) |
Can’t even be friends, it’s a song about a friend |
All together…(Crowd: WHOOO!) |
Smile while you do that shit, you know what I’m saying? |
Cause like some of ya’ll, if you ain’t smilin' you’re ugly I swear to God |
Alright, some mean mugs |
Alright, on the count of three. |
1. 2 |