Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trying To Find A Balance, artist - ATMOSPHERE. Album song Seven's Travels, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.11.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Trying To Find A Balance |
They love the taste of blood |
Now I don’t know what that means, but I know that I mean it |
Maybe they’re as evil as they seem |
Or maybe I only look out the window when it’s scenic |
Atmosphere finally made a good record |
Yeah right, that shit almost sounds convincing |
The last time I felt as sick and contradictive as this |
Was the last time we played a show in Cincy |
«Get real», they tell me |
If only they knew how real this life really gets |
They would stop acting like a silly bitch |
They would respect the cock whether or not they believed in it |
Doesn’t take much and that’s messed up |
Because these people do a lot of simple shit to impress us |
While everyone was trying to out-do the last man |
I was just a ghost trying to catch some Ms. Pac-man |
Hello ma’am, would you be interested |
In some sexual positions and emotional investments |
See, I’m not insane, in fact I’m kind of rational |
When I be asking, «Yo where did all the passion go?» |
East coast, West coast, down South, Midwest |
Nowadays everybody knows how to get fresh |
Somebody give me a big yes |
God bless America, but she stole the B from Bless (and kept it) |
Now I’m too fucked up to dance |
So I’mma sit with my hand down the front of my pants |
You can’t achieve your goals if you don’t take that chance |
So go pry open that trunk and get those amps |
In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester |
Treat me like a God or they treat me like a leper |
You see me move back and forth between both |
I’m trying to find a balance |
I’m trying to build a balance |
So now I keep a close eye on my pets |
Because they make most of they moves off of instinct and scents |
It’s eat, sleep, fuck, and self-defense |
So straight you can set your clocks and place bets |
Wait, let’s prey on the blind, deaf, dumb, dead |
Hustle, maybe a couple will love what you said |
Emcees drag their feet across a big naked land |
With an empty bag of seed and a fake shake of hand |
Yeah, I got some last words, fuck all of ya’ll |
Stop writing raps and go play volleyball |
Gotta journey the world in a hurry |
Cause my attorney didn’t put enough girls on the jury |
Guilty of dropping these bombs in the city |
But I’m innocent, love is the motive, that’s why I’m killing 'em |
Guilty of setting my fire in all fifty |
But I’m innocent, blame it on my equilibrium |
In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester |
Treat me like a God or they treat me like a leper |
You see me move back and forth between both |
I’m trying to find a balance |
I’m trying to build a balance |
Now all my friends are famous |
It’s either one thing or another |
They all don’t know what my name is |
Probably know both of my brothers |
The one is a hard workin' savior |
The other’s a hard workin' soldier |
I’m just your next-door neighbor |
Working hard at tryin' to stay sober |
You wait for the car at the corner |
Pretend like you know what the plot is |
Won’t quit till I hit California |
And make you my Golden State goddess |