Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lifter Puller, artist - ATMOSPHERE. Album song Seven's Travels, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.11.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Lifter Puller |
Drunk woman: Do you really feel… honestly, I’m asking you of your heart… |
Man: I don’t even know you! |
Woman: I know! |
I’m not asking you what you know of yourself, I’m asking… |
Man: Oh, yeah. |
Sup? |
Woman: …what you know of yourself. |
A-am I the Jezebel? |
Am I the Jezebel? |
Man: The Jezebelly! |
You don’t know me |
You just love me |
You don’t know me |
You just love me |
You don’t know me |
You just love me |
You don’t know me |
You just love me |
And he was a man, or so he thought |
Paid attention to the lessons daddy taught |
Secondhand-me-down blessing, she was short on patience |
Carried mace and hated everyday people, the plight of the pessimist |
Habitual living, daily schedule consisted of: |
Work, television, and sexual moments |
But sometimes it gets so hopeless |
When nonsense raises an octave, thoughts blocks all sensual focus |
With a firm grasp on the grudge they both clutch in the name of love |
Fear of the results had push ever came to shove |
Seduced for fun, produce a lot of fight |
Two youths on the run, learning some truth about life |
And when he stares at the stars, he reflects on the moon |
The time, the talks they share walking around Calhoun |
And when she watches the look on his face as he sleeps |
She recalls every inch as to how it got this deep |
Now how am I to know you like the way I laugh? |
I can’t read the map, no one’s ever seen the path |
The one you take a bath with is the same one that frees your path |
Oh you going out? |
what time you gon' be back? |
Cause they were two perfect kids in a too-perfect world |
Today the part of man and woman will be played by boy and girl |
Let’s all take seats, please quiet during the performance |
Lift her, pull her from the orchids |
Cause they were two perfect kids in a too-perfect world |
Today the part of man and woman will be played by boy and girl |
Trying to read the script, keep getting trapped in the margins |
Lift them, pull them from the gardens |
Now she was smart, she grew up with this complex |
That the people that surrounded her seemed to expect the world |
And he was tall, over six, no attempt to predict the fall |
Thought he’d seen it all until his all became that girl |
She said she loves the drugs, but when she comes down |
She speaks about finishing, she’s convinced it’s the last visit |
He doesn’t know the difference between come and go |
Give him just one to grow and watch him collapse inside of a half pint |
She dyed her hair black, maybe now she can relax |
Maybe now the regulars will stare half as hard |
He wears a old face and beer gut |
Existence validation printed on the monthly statements |
That come from MasterCard |
He thinks she sleeps too much |
She thinks he spends too much |
He thinks her friends are jokes |
She thinks he’s out of touch |
He thinks she drinks too much |
She thinks he thinks too much |
It’s all another phase turning the page in the book of growing up |
She has seen a lot of sex |
He tried to hide his resentment, but there wasn’t nothing thing left for them |
to label new |
But sometimes the obvious ain’t simple to see |
Cause even the time that they killed |
Was something that she wasn’t accustomed to |
She never comprehended what to make of it (make of it) |
He was never quite prepared to study the reaching |
Together they shared the sacred practices of breathing |
The weather was fair, however the hovering clouds weren’t leaving |
Discover the little drama demons that hide deep inside the framework |
And live in that congested brain |
They had old lovers on the side, old flames |
That somehow managed to spark regardless of the pouring rains |
And each time they mix up the ingredients |
They recheck the recipe to see maybe they’re reading it incorrectly |
Collect me, consume me, release me, snuggle |
Two geniuses putting together the pieces to a blank puzzle |
Every time I chase a squirrel it rips apart my world |
Every time I chase a squirrel it rips apart my world |
Every time I chase a squirrel it rips apart my world |
And every time I chase a squirrel it rips apart my world |
Cause they were two perfect kids in a too-perfect world |
Today the part of man and woman will be played by boy and girl |
Let’s all take seats, please quiet during the performance |
Lift her, pull her from the orchids |
Cause they were two perfect kids in a too-perfect world |
Today the part of man and woman will be played by boy and girl |
Your horoscope says we should share an apartment |
Lift them, pull them from the gardens |