Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shoulda Known, artist - ATMOSPHERE. Album song When Life Gives You Lemons, You Paint That Shit Gold, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.04.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Shoulda Known |
Naked in the bathtub, sitting on the porcelain |
Waiting for that little hurricane to pull your torso |
And the water don’t run; |
just drips like rain |
Still drips like a painkiller drips to the veins |
Fill it up with a bag of that happy stuff |
Cause the way she runs out you can tell she ain’t had enough |
Good times goddess, my goodness |
Goth fingernail polish autopilot footprints |
With a smile that’s stitched to the fabric |
Of bedtime tales that keep them kids out of the attic |
The mouth of madness, loud and manic |
The motive of the word, hold it south on the atlas |
Picture a hole, put your hero in |
Envision the goal, now zero in |
Been watching your night train track for the last few stops |
With no desire to hop in |
How did we end up in your apartment? |
Pocket full of gossip says this ain’t smart |
When it’s all said and done can’t hit restart |
But I’ll be damned if I don’t wanna kiss you… hard |
Shoulda known better not to fuck with you |
Ain’t got nothing but too much to lose |
Lost in the rush, don’t know what to do |
That drug got you like I want you |
Shoulda known better not to fuck with you |
Ain’t got nothing but too much to lose |
Lost in the rush, don’t know what to do |
That drug got you like I want you |
I’ve got a restraining order against Satan’s daughter |
And I keep it at the bottom of this Jameson & water |
And when we get there, we can sit there and stare |
From behind your mascara and your thick hair |
I’m aware of that pain you harbor |
The same that give game to the names you martyr |
Apart from the details of substance and what not |
I fucks wit that hunger of love pistol gut rot |
Bloodshot, gimme one shot, my shot |
Propped up on enough talk to make the time stop |
The lines of chalk that that Benjamin might cop |
Killed the illustrations on the neighborhood sidewalks |
Then all of a sudden she got silent |
Pupils like marbles hide behind the eyelids |
Getaway sticks, go limp and hold place |
That fucked up smile sucked up most her face |
Truly beauty, seemed serene, each criticism becomes redeemed |
Swallow my words no more judgement is through |
'Cause you look like what I feel like when I’m with you |
Shoulda known better not to fuck with you |
Ain’t got nothing but too much to lose |
Lost in the rush, don’t know what to do |
That drug got you like I want you |
Shoulda known better not to fuck with you |
Ain’t got nothing but too much to lose |
Lost in the rush, don’t know what to do |
That drug got you like I want you |