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ATMOSPHERE lyrics - SouthSiders

Fortunate

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I highly doubt that y'all think about sex Anywhere near as often as I think about death Go ahead and shout at the top of your lungs But don't wake the baby up, we got a lot to get done That little light indicates a connection And if it's all the same I'd like to make a suggestion See, if everybody on this comet agreed We could set the clock to whenever we want it to be I just might just modify the mileage I don't know much, but I'm confident the fight's fixed So high that I feel like a pilot Falling out the sky full of brilliant brightness Hurry up, stir me up You gotta learn the words before the whole Earth burning, but We wouldn't even need to recognize your birthday If you were the center of the universe in the first place If I had feathers I would fly away If I felt fresher in fur I would hibernate If I ever figured out how to communicate Maybe then we could accumulate For now face the wall, I ain't the same as y'all A real friend wouldn't make you take the fall Sometimes life'll try to break your balls With the long list of missed wakeup calls You know I wanna feel special Walk around the festival carrying a big stuffed animal I try not to make a mess though Gotta stay sensible, ain't nobody coming with the antidote I wanna watch you grow And I wanna leave the planet better off than it was handed to me And I don't know, there's possibility So I settle for selling my soul to the slaves of the land of the free I don't wanna leave my family tree behind I don't anyone to miss me like I miss you But I don't wanna take up too much time I'm not trying to run away from the line we drew The sunshine seems to feel so seamless The soldier is a dreamer and a realist And history sealed this Thought me that a hero ain't nothing but a field trip Nah, I know you're down to do something profound Put a stick in the ground to prove you was around No amount of time will ever be considered enough I'm trying to tether it up and live forever through love We're not lucky, but we're fortunate I'm pretty sure of it And all the life we wasted trying to make some bread Might've been better spent trying to raise the dead

The Real Thing

HOODIE ALLEN "People Keep Talking"
[Verse 1:] Super duper early morning Sunday breakfast Ain't in a rush to go to church because I used protection You complain about the way I cooked your eggs I'll probably hang up the phone and then - hello? - disconnected But check it, that's just a metaphor I'm talking if you left your man then you'd be better off The game I spit is sweeter than a bag of kettle corn My name is Hoodie Allen but I'm here to take your sweater off And I'mma do whatever it takes to make us a pair You wanna travel around the world, well I'm taking you there I met a bunch of mean girls like Lacey Chabert Busy talking shit but they ain't stopping to look in the mirror If you making it bad, well I'm making it worse You holding onto all these baggage, stop taking it pers I'll tell you anything I can to get you down tonight Tryna take you out the clouds, bring you down to life [Hook:] I think that she like me, she like me And she think that it might be, it might be The real thing but we moving too fast (x2) I think that she like me, she like me And she think that it might be, it might be True love but we let it all fade Cause I just ain't ready baby [Verse 2:] Treat me like I'm the man with a couple hundred grand And a family full of cousins with a couple Uncle Sams Tryna gamble away my money, that's funny like Douglas Yancey Wanna paint a perfect picture, they'll probably think that I'm Banksy But I might die trying to afford it I'm living in the studio, everything is recorded My life is like a song and stuck on fucking repeat And I'm making the same mistakes that you only make in your sleep That must mean I'm in a dream world But I'm sleepwalking until I find a dream girl I got these teen girls screaming like I'm out of a magazine Next to Harry and Justin, nobody fucking with me girl Switch it, do I make you mad when I talk about shit that I envision? Are my dreams too big? Do you think I'll sink or swim with these fishes? So you could let me down easy Cause it's hard to let go when you the only good that I know, you know? [Hook] [Outro - Voicemail from Unknown Woman:] Hi, it's me... wondering where the hell you are. You said you were gonna call me and I still haven't heard from you. You know, it's not that hard to just send me a text and say hi. I understand you're working hard on this album right now, but you need to make the time for me. And you need to start re-evaluating your priorities. Hope you're having a good night

Queensfinest

DJ Clue "The Professional"
[Featuring DMX Drag On Eve The Lox] This thing right here is for my peoples in the streets (Uh huh) and this thing right here and get your ass off your feet (Come On) [Drag On] They call me Drag On its time to bomb I'll burn'em all Till they all say turn em off goodie chicks I'ma hurt'em all Chickenheads know I be the colonel Cuz I burn eternal mixes wit they infernal So be careful 'fore I burn you You better learn dude, yeah I heard you But I'ma hurt you, but you don't know my verses too is a virtue Ruff Ryders be the team, which means a lot cream, lot of schemes Lot of beams to make your stock drop, right on the seams Nigga here is too hot and too much for you to touch Better tell your man cuz I'm too tough inaudibly too dust do you bust Cuz we do you can ask people But quietly but they don't believe until they leave violently Is you buying us cuz niggas that purchase is under the dirt kid They call me Drag-On; I'm the youngest buck at bunkers Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers but this Bronx bombers Spitting flame so you better wear your armor Flame on! Chorus x2 [DMX] My dogs gon' stop; your dogs gon' drop And then we go, shut'em down open up shop First we had em like ohh, now they like no Well baby that's how Ruff Ryders roll! [Jadakiss] When I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up Park a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up Stash the drawer in my sock then pull my sock up And keep the burner but if it's hot put my glock up You know what I'm about sliding off get my cocks up Or writing rhymes watching Scarface in the hot tub Wit you on the bed when I pull it out if you don't shout Then every bullet'll go in and out Who you know besides Kiss take a piss in the bottle of Cris Then give it to a modeling bitch And you like your watch plain I'ma flood mine Alligator bloodline trained to fine coke and write one time [Styles] Ya'll niggas ain't hearing me out, till I pop up appear in your house Clearing it out, holiday style Everybody acting violent and wild Snatch the wife silence the child That's how we move, kill me my man kill you That's how you lose, I bust ryde I don't like this slide felt that I slipped Then the guns only helping the clip And the clip's only helping my hand And like who the fuck is helping your man When I cock back and hop out the van Double R, get a job, play the shit in the car Hear the party start a fight at the bar Snatch ya all sell your shit for some coke and get the fuck out the dodge [Eve] Guess you figure that my niggas Flippers pulling triggers Lose team crowd around, trying to flick a picture, get wit ya This bitch from holding it down off this quicker Nigga not making sense better stay up off the liquor Blond bomb shell pyramel, heavy spender Get you saying I'm they sister Hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya Stick it in wise guys they thugs and bullshitas Take you for a ride cover up your eye then I get ya Used to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder Big niggas play me close, when they used to ride by a Snatching up your figure fronting know you dig us Haters screaming who that bitch (uhh) mind your (uhh) business nigga Chorus x2 [DMX] Uh huh, uh, uh, uh X is gonna hit ya'll niggaz hard Leave ya'll niggaz scarred Fucking with the dog when you fucking with the god Rip ya'll niggaz arm, Faggot nigga saw Remember me from up north, I had you scared to cough My name is ringing bells, in penitentiary cells I'm making thugs rebel, ain't hard to tell You never really wanted it so the mic is just the fun of it Had a sixteen shots I'ma hit, which one of you niggaz am I gonna get Thought you knew what I was gonna spit This time with this rhyme but by the end of it Ya'll niggaz is gon' be like yo X ripped it Did my thing as usual it's never gonna stop But cats can't be for real, I got this shit locked It's not a game or a joke to the name that gets smoked Simple as that, simple as black, to the throat Hit'em all up to the coat, now you losing your life (Grrrrrr) A dog is a dog for life!

That's The Way We Like It

DJ Clue "The Professional"
[Featuring DMX Drag On Eve The Lox] This thing right here is for my peoples in the streets (Uh huh) and this thing right here and get your ass off your feet (Come On) [Drag On] They call me Drag On its time to bomb I'll burn'em all Till they all say turn em off goodie chicks I'ma hurt'em all Chickenheads know I be the colonel Cuz I burn eternal mixes wit they infernal So be careful 'fore I burn you You better learn dude, yeah I heard you But I'ma hurt you, but you don't know my verses too is a virtue Ruff Ryders be the team, which means a lot cream, lot of schemes Lot of beams to make your stock drop, right on the seams Nigga here is too hot and too much for you to touch Better tell your man cuz I'm too tough inaudibly too dust do you bust Cuz we do you can ask people But quietly but they don't believe until they leave violently Is you buying us cuz niggas that purchase is under the dirt kid They call me Drag-On; I'm the youngest buck at bunkers Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers but this Bronx bombers Spitting flame so you better wear your armor Flame on! Chorus x2 [DMX] My dogs gon' stop; your dogs gon' drop And then we go, shut'em down open up shop First we had em like ohh, now they like no Well baby that's how Ruff Ryders roll! [Jadakiss] When I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up Park a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up Stash the drawer in my sock then pull my sock up And keep the burner but if it's hot put my glock up You know what I'm about sliding off get my cocks up Or writing rhymes watching Scarface in the hot tub Wit you on the bed when I pull it out if you don't shout Then every bullet'll go in and out Who you know besides Kiss take a piss in the bottle of Cris Then give it to a modeling bitch And you like your watch plain I'ma flood mine Alligator bloodline trained to fine coke and write one time [Styles] Ya'll niggas ain't hearing me out, till I pop up appear in your house Clearing it out, holiday style Everybody acting violent and wild Snatch the wife silence the child That's how we move, kill me my man kill you That's how you lose, I bust ryde I don't like this slide felt that I slipped Then the guns only helping the clip And the clip's only helping my hand And like who the fuck is helping your man When I cock back and hop out the van Double R, get a job, play the shit in the car Hear the party start a fight at the bar Snatch ya all sell your shit for some coke and get the fuck out the dodge [Eve] Guess you figure that my niggas Flippers pulling triggers Lose team crowd around, trying to flick a picture, get wit ya This bitch from holding it down off this quicker Nigga not making sense better stay up off the liquor Blond bomb shell pyramel, heavy spender Get you saying I'm they sister Hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya Stick it in wise guys they thugs and bullshitas Take you for a ride cover up your eye then I get ya Used to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder Big niggas play me close, when they used to ride by a Snatching up your figure fronting know you dig us Haters screaming who that bitch (uhh) mind your (uhh) business nigga Chorus x2 [DMX] Uh huh, uh, uh, uh X is gonna hit ya'll niggaz hard Leave ya'll niggaz scarred Fucking with the dog when you fucking with the god Rip ya'll niggaz arm, Faggot nigga saw Remember me from up north, I had you scared to cough My name is ringing bells, in penitentiary cells I'm making thugs rebel, ain't hard to tell You never really wanted it so the mic is just the fun of it Had a sixteen shots I'ma hit, which one of you niggaz am I gonna get Thought you knew what I was gonna spit This time with this rhyme but by the end of it Ya'll niggaz is gon' be like yo X ripped it Did my thing as usual it's never gonna stop But cats can't be for real, I got this shit locked It's not a game or a joke to the name that gets smoked Simple as that, simple as black, to the throat Hit'em all up to the coat, now you losing your life (Grrrrrr) A dog is a dog for life!

Toss It Up

2PAC "Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory"
(feat. K-Ci, JoJo) [Tupac] The money behind the dreams My right hand, my other Capo in this big motherfuckin war we got My other Capo in this big ass, conglomerate called Death Row Snoop motherfuckin Dogg, Tha Doggfather And who he comin through right now, Makaveli the Don Feel this, Killuminati (Toss it up!) Lord have mercy, father help us all Since you supllied yo' phone number, I can't help but call Time for action, conversatin, we relaxin, kickin back Got you curious for Thug Passion, now picture that Tongue kissin, hand full of hair, look in my eyes Time to make the bed rock, baby look how it rise Me and you movin in the nude, do it in the living room Sweatin up the sheets, it's the Thug in me I mean no disrespectin when I tongue kiss your neck I go a long way to get you wet, what you expect Late night, hit the highway, drop the top I pull over, gettin busy in the parking lot And don't you love it how I lick your, hips and glide Kiss you soft on your stomach, push my love inside Got ya lost in a love zone, stuck in the lust I got the bedroom shakin back-breakin when we're tossin it up [K-Ci, JoJo] In this baby, I like the way it's goin down When all that is around, slip slide ride Givin me love nice like Female I like, what I wanna give all night You and me alone everybody's gone toss it up Baby let's, get it on! I like the way you please me, babe The sexy way you tease me, sugar The way you move your body It really drives me crazy Your body hypnotizing, your smell is so exciting So baby come on home with me, I like the way you give it to me! [Chorus: K-Ci, JoJo] I like the way you give it to me -- let me see you toss it up [repeat 4X w/ variations] Play on, play on, play on, play on, play onnnn! [repeat 4X w/ variations] [K-Ci, JoJo] Ohhh, it's K-Ci baby, mmm that want you lady Ohhh, don't act so shady, baby your taste as fine as gravy The way you move that thang, you make me wanna sang Girl you make my bells rang, make them go ting-a-ling! Now the man, I'm here again Don't worry to ever end It's feeling too good Gimme some more, oh lady lady Your body the kind I like-ah Big booty to the lung delight-ah Bag it up yo, let me in there Toss it up for me!! [Chorus 1/2] [Tupac] Do you want me what's your phone number, I get around Cali Love to my true Thugs, picture me now Still down for that Death Row sound, searchin for paydays No longer Dre Day, arrivederci Blown and forgotten, rotten for plottin Child's Play Check your sexuality, as fruity as this Alize Quick to jump ship, punk trick, what a dumb move Cross Death Row, now who you gon' run to Lookin for suckers cause you similar Pretendin to be hard, oh my God, check your temperature Screamin Compton, but you can't return, you ain't heard Brothers pissed cause you switched and escaped to the burbs Mob on to this new era, cause we Untouchable Still can't believe that you got 'Pac rushin you Up in you, bless the real, all the rest get killed Who can you trust, only time reveals -- toss it up! [Chorus w/ variations] [Tupac] Play on playa, play on How can some non-players do a song about Compton and then wanna do a player song How can non-players do it (We not little kids, we not playin) Tellin lies, who Puffy, I read your little interview buddy, c'mon You still ain't touchin us, all that peace talk I don't care if you kiss my ass from here to across the street boy It's on Toss it up, we took you on, and we took y'all beat You know we beat you down, and we took y'all beat Cause you wasn't rockin it right Tired of suckers rockin it, toss it up, is how we did it Yeah, toss it up now!

Sundress

Tom Buffalo "Sleepy Eyed"
I wanna hear your sad sad voice come to me loud and clear I wanna hear your lips and tongue form the words no ears should hear And I wanna watch you while your face reddens with fear And watch your eyes get all clouded up with tears This thing is such a stupid mess So nuts you never would have guessed You better watch yourself Your words just tell Watching your sundress just blowing in the breeze This time of year I want to breathe but I just sneeze And the sunshine is just killing me my degrees I go to smell the roses just to get stung by the bees Your words just free me day by day You better watch the things you say Button your lip Your tongue just slips I don't need to read about myself in other towns I don't want to hear all you have seen or what you've found And when you turn for the second go around Just keep your mouth shut and your ear down to the ground Your words just free me day by day You better watch the things you say Button your lip Your tongue just slips

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