Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hair, artist - ATMOSPHERE. Album song God Loves Ugly, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.04.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Hair |
Girl: Could I throw, like, pennies on stage? |
So I couldn’t be a fuckin groupie and just fuck you cuz |
you’re on stage and others of us want to fuck you? |
Slug: See bands like us don’t get groupies |
Girl: No Slug: Yea |
Girls: You’re so full of bullshit |
Slug: No, its not full of shit, I mean, have you ever |
heard our songs? |
I mean, basically… exactly, that’s what I’m saying |
Smile, smile with me, smile with me, smile with me, |
please won’t you smile, smile with me, smile with me, |
smile with me, please won’t you… |
Oh look at her she’s lookin as good as dinner |
and she’s lookin back at me as if maybe I’m a winner |
I’m in my late twenties little girl don’t flirt with me |
I’ve got the capabilities to program your circuitry |
You don’t have to believe, do yourself a little justice |
don’t let Slug undercook your muffins |
Oh wait, did I say that? |
I did? |
Must be losing it cuz it almost felt that it might just have some truth in it Now back to the platter at hand |
she said she’s 21 and quit school to go work for the man |
A switch up in the plan, now she’s happy as a chorus |
cuz now she makes rent and now she drives a Taurus |
Unwindin and hangin out at the bar |
I wonder if she knows that I’m not really a star |
She seems to be impressed with my lack of an ego and |
my self-aware style, I like the way that she smiles |
She wanna know how I find the words I use |
I don’t really know but I can lie if you want me to Angels sing to me in my sleep |
I sold my damaged soul for the magic of speak |
Now she’s laughin, she likes the sarcasm |
Naturally, I’m askin if she’s got a captain |
A captain? |
You mean a man at home? |
The answer is no |
I came to this bar alone |
Well heaven’s to Betty, enough about boyfriends already |
just tryin to keep the conversation petty |
As much as I would love to run and play in the forest |
ain’t no way this girl is gonna break into my fortress |
I’ve never made a practice, of introducing the mattress |
to women that I meet at my own gig |
I don’t know, can’t imagine anything as small as alcohol and hormones turning out to be anything big |
Baby’s hella beautiful, even kinda bright |
I’ve got the fire of a vampire inside me tonight |
It might be alright, everything seems tight |
I’ve got a good buzz and she’s giving me the green light |
So tell me girl, what you doin after? |
She says hopefully hangin out with my new favorite rapper |
Now wait a minute, thats not fair, you’re throwin boulders |
I can tell by the way your hair touches your shoulders |
Be straight with me and I’ll be mean with you |
I can think of some of us that we should do So if you think I’m coming home with you tonight |
you’re probably right (probably right) |
A few more beers, a couple more laughs, |
undressing my past with the questions she asked |
Yes, I love cats and I would love to take a bath |
If I would spend the night, would you massage my back? |
She’s closin in for the embrace |
and slightly tucks her head under my face |
her hair smells so good, I gotta have a taste |
where’s your Ford, let’s ditch this place |
In the parking lot, she sparked it off |
she must be starving for someone to hit the heart |
I’ve never been kissed with such passionate bliss |
pornstar damn near tore my lips apart |
honey slow it up, hold it up, start the car and |
leave this garage, lets go to your apartment |
Lendale Avenue, on the way to her rest |
her drunk ass turns to look at me and she says, |
You’re so beautiful from the hair to the soul |
I can’t believe that I’ve never met you before |
it feels like I’ve been waiting for you my whole life. |
She missed the red light, hit a pickup truck and we both died |