Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Songs, 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
My Songs |
Throw your hands up in the air |
And wave like you just don’t care |
Say, you deserve a break today |
Oh yeah, work that body, work that body |
Make sure you don’t hurt nobody |
Fuzzy wuzzy was a bear |
Fuzzy wuzzy had no hair |
Fuzzy wuzzy wasn’t fuzzy, was he? |
I like the party rock the body |
You like the party want somebody |
I sang too, listen to the song. |
Sittin' on the steps, with ANT, that’s my man |
Flippin' pig-russian, discussin' politics and contraband |
Karma cut me clean as if I asked for it |
Seven travels offered states with a case and fake passport |
I want to shelter everybody from the snakes |
And my sleeves know a couple of tricks for huntin' breaks |
(Ten thousand lakes) Multiple choice of where to drown |
So I quote the voice, it goes «What floats is what’s found» |
Gettin down like they did in the 7−2 |
With the red and blue, had the opportune to bless you |
Before you knew about a phone bill |
Before you had to hold still |
Before the Kool-Aid got diluted with Golden Seal |
I used to ride around this town on a dirtbike |
Child touched stillato, wild stages just to earn stripes |
Read my lips, act like you heard right |
And keep an eye on your chick, I work my rubber like a turnpike |
It ain’t nothin' for me to come swing from your tree |
I wear the love like a ring and I sing until it’s free |
What? |
You bringin the weed? |
We break a measure |
And let the hook ride just to tie it all together |
Whatever. |
My life ain’t as cool as your life |
And more than likely I’ll be stabbed in my sleep by your wife |
So everybody stop askin' me whats wrong |
And quit actin' like you don’t know the words to my songs |
And when the party starts, I’m in the corner actin' smart |
Spittin' game at your girl, just to take your world apart |
I hang with the secrets and the cats that paint pictures |
While you sleepin on life and writin the same scriptures |
(What you gonna take witcha?) I take it all but the fall |
And when I’m sittin still you can blame the Benadryl and alcohol |
As far as the stars are above the boulevard |
I keep my feet on the tar, with the heat in the car |
Keep the beats in a jar, wait for the time to unleash |
And when it comes everybody only gets one a piece |
You better learn the words before you try to quote 'em |
I’m sittin' on mixed nuts, who wants to hold 'em? |
My life ain’t as cool as your life |
And more than likely, I’ll be stabbed in my sleep by your wife |
So everybody stop askin' me whats wrong |
And quit actin' like you don’t know the words to my songs |
Now let me get a collective amen (amen) |
I put tame on the monsters the moment that I came in |
I talk to the voices-- that speak through my headphones |
Communicate the life while I decipher all the info |
I got styles I ain’t even heard yet… |
Words like rain it came and left the earth wet |
Let it drip-dry, focus eyes on the catalysts |
Standin' high in the middle of SOUTH MINNEAPOLIS |
They try to figure it out, they try to break it down |
But they’re distracted by every accent that’s makin a sound |
Grab it by the throat, lift it up and shake it 'round |
Till this whole world sees me as a naked clown |
And while I’m pullin on her bra, shes |
Tuggin on my drawstring |
Screamin' and shoutin to figure out how you lost me |
Chewin up my cigarette and smokin' my gum |
Out of respect for your boyfriend, I’ll use my thumb |
From the start to the done, I never claimed to be right |
I quit sleepin, now the day looks the same as the night |
And I’m the type of DJ that only plays what I like |
A handful of mixed nuts, everyone’s takin a bite. |
My life ain’t as cool as yours (3X) |
My life ain’t as cool as your life |
And more than likely I’ll be stabbed in my sleep by your wife |
So everybody stop askin' me whats wrong |
And quit actin' like you don’t know the words to me songs |
I’m alright, I’m just a little mixed up |
I’m OK, I’m just a little mixed up |
I’m alright, I’m just a little mixed up |
I’m OK, I’m just a little mixed up |
I’m alright, I’m just a little mixed up |
I’m alright, I’m just a little mixed up |
I’m OK, I’m just a little mixed up |
I’m fixed up, and I’m tryin to get my dick sucked. |