Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Best Half, artist - ATMOSPHERE.
Date of issue: 14.01.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
My Best Half |
The first time I met my wife was on a Wednesday night |
Making party in a German bar |
Murs was there, the rap-off at the Gasthof |
Check it out, true story |
I got something on my mind, can I leave it with you? |
I’m still feeling you and all the things that you do |
Remember Wednesday nights in that basement bar |
You never that that hip hop would take it this far (sorry) |
Hellbound we must have drowned in a bottle of some rusty brown |
Running town to town like shut 'em down |
Shut 'em, shut 'em, what? |
When the buzz wore off you still stuck around |
And when I think of all the lines we stepped |
And the tolerance required to forgive and forget |
When I reflect on the boundaries and limits we set |
I recognize neither one of us is innocent |
Look I’m just a song writer, I’m not a wrong righter |
But I’m alive and I’m proof |
Survival ain’t exclusive to the strong |
We all tryna keep it calm |
So this goes to anyone who sings along |
Come on, I never said I’m the best |
I can’t watch my step when I’m watching you step |
But baby I’mma do my best |
You got me under your spell like I was under arrest |
And I ain’t never said I’m the best |
No special effects, I wanna touch you flesh |
But baby I’mma do my best |
Love connection, love, respect |
I never said I’m the best |
You can check for better, but don’t hold your breath |
But baby I’mma do my best |
We were both impressed, it felt so correct |
And I ain’t never said I’m the best |
Sometimes I forget but I know I’m blessed |
But baby I’mma do my… |
From the first time that we met, you’re my best |
She made me wait a couple months for some sex |
Murs wasn’t there |
Echo, echo, echo, echo |
Delay, delay, delay, delay |
She made love to a switchblade |
Then stayed over night for a whole decade |
That safety net doesn’t mean that your nest is safe |
Well played, but still called a checkmate |
He made love to a rosebush |
Drew a crowd, all of y’all can look but don’t push |
It’s a thin line between crime and justice |
First you gotta find us, then you can judge us |
Outlaws, we far from flawless |
We guilty of whatever the accomplice accomplished |
And if the cops drop all of the charges |
We’ll be out all the mall with identical outfits |
Like a couple of fly motherfuckers |
We married so we don’t testify against each other |
'Til they name a holiday after Marvin Gaye |
That’s all I’ve got to say, you can stop the tape |
We know what it’s about |
Or maybe we’re still tryna figure it out |
Or maybe it doesn’t matter, we couldn’t care a lesser amount |
We know what it’s about |
Or maybe we’re still tryna figure it out |
Or maybe it doesn’t matter, we couldn’t care a lesser amount |