Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song She Don't Know Why She Love It, artist - ATMOSPHERE. Date of issue: 04.05.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
She Don't Know Why She Love It |
| Liar, you don’t live nothing like your photo |
| Soft like a marshmallow, heart pumps cocoa |
| I put my hood up to look like a cobra |
| Minnesota make moves like a poker |
| No joker, shake up the snow globe |
| Blow me on a roller coaster at Como |
| I’m at the grocery store in my bathrobe |
| Bad bad daddy and I still ain’t plateaued |
| Southsider, pied piper |
| Settin' traps for the rats in the choir |
| Big Slug got love for hire |
| With the turntables up on the drum riser |
| Now let your momma admire this rhyme writer |
| While I catch last dance at the Lamplighter |
| Don’t ever fight the desire to kill a spider |
| If it bit the hand of a vampire |
| (She don’t know why she love it) |
| I’m on top of the world |
| Watch the waves |
| (She don’t know why she love it) |
| I’m at a truck stop, about to cop some shades |
| (She don’t know why she love it) |
| I’m at the horse track, blacked out backstage |
| (She don’t know why she love it) |
| There’s a time and place to stop riding the brakes |
| (She don’t know why she love it) |
| Everything looks blurry to us |
| We not certain what we workin' to touch |
| Might remind you of an ordinary person but |
| I’m the shit, I get followed by a courtesy flush |
| Compel, the clientele |
| To get in line and smell what I’m tryna to sell |
| And if I cry it’s not a cry for help |
| I live my life like I’m alive and well |
| So what if I, could justify the jump just to fly |
| What if we don’t get another try? |
| Skydive to survive |
| Hands up high we about to go live |
| The first to hate it is just the last to taste it |
| I’m tryna see past your makeshift |
| Face mask made of cheap masking tape |
| Sedate and then we amputate |
| (She don’t know why she love it) |
| I’m on top of the world |
| Watch the waves |
| (She don’t know why she love it) |
| I’m at a truck stop, about to cop some shades |
| (She don’t know why she love it) |
| I’m at the horse track, blacked out backstage |
| (She don’t know why she love it) |
| There’s a time and place to stop riding the brakes |
| (She don’t know why she love it) |
| So you mad now? |
| So you mad now? |
| I can see it in your eyes all that pain weighing heavy (Ha) |
| Cause it’s my way obvious, one fifty down the highway (Fuck it) |
| She don’t know why she love it |