| They love the taste of blood
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| Now I don’t know what that means, but I know that I mean it
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| Maybe they’re as evil as they seem
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| Or maybe I only look out the window when it’s scenic
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| Atmosphere finally made a good record
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| Yeah right, that shit almost sounds convincing
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| The last time I felt as sick and contradictive as this
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| Was the last time we played a show in Cincy
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| «Get real», they tell me
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| If only they knew how real this life really gets
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| They would stop acting like a silly bitch
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| They would respect the cock whether or not they believed in it
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| Doesn’t take much and that’s messed up
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| Because these people do a lot of simple shit to impress us
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| While everyone was trying to out-do the last man
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| I was just a ghost trying to catch some Ms. Pac-man
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| Hello ma’am, would you be interested
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| In some sexual positions and emotional investments
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| See, I’m not insane, in fact I’m kind of rational
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| When I be asking, «Yo where did all the passion go?»
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| East coast, West coast, down South, Midwest
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| Nowadays everybody knows how to get fresh
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| Somebody give me a big yes
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| God bless America, but she stole the B from Bless (and kept it)
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| Now I’m too fucked up to dance
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| So I’mma sit with my hand down the front of my pants
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| You can’t achieve your goals if you don’t take that chance
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| So go pry open that trunk and get those amps
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| In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester
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| Treat me like a God or they treat me like a leper
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| You see me move back and forth between both
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| I’m trying to find a balance
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| I’m trying to build a balance
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| So now I keep a close eye on my pets
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| Because they make most of they moves off of instinct and scents
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| It’s eat, sleep, fuck, and self-defense
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| So straight you can set your clocks and place bets
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| Wait, let’s prey on the blind, deaf, dumb, dead
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| Hustle, maybe a couple will love what you said
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| Emcees drag their feet across a big naked land
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| With an empty bag of seed and a fake shake of hand
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| Yeah, I got some last words, fuck all of ya’ll
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| Stop writing raps and go play volleyball
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| Gotta journey the world in a hurry
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| Cause my attorney didn’t put enough girls on the jury
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| Guilty of dropping these bombs in the city
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| But I’m innocent, love is the motive, that’s why I’m killing 'em
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| Guilty of setting my fire in all fifty
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| But I’m innocent, blame it on my equilibrium
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| In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester
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| Treat me like a God or they treat me like a leper
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| You see me move back and forth between both
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| I’m trying to find a balance
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| I’m trying to build a balance
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| Now all my friends are famous
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| It’s either one thing or another
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| They all don’t know what my name is
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| Probably know both of my brothers
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| The one is a hard workin' savior
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| The other’s a hard workin' soldier
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| I’m just your next-door neighbor
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| Working hard at tryin' to stay sober
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| You wait for the car at the corner
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| Pretend like you know what the plot is
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| Won’t quit till I hit California
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| And make you my Golden State goddess |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trying To Find A Balance , by - ATMOSPHERE. Song from the album Seven's Travels, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп