Atmosphere - Millennium Dodo | Текст песни

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I only act like an asshole

Why don't ya'll stay in back

Let the man grow

I can't tell what town this is

But I know that bill was a counterfeit

Hye bartender bump a top jar

Gotta think about where to dump this cop car

I'm too slick so fuck your bullshit

I'm coolin in the corner with my custom pool stick

My grandad must've played the jazz

When I bleed you can hear my heartbeat snap

All around the world its the same bar

Wishin that the jukebox had some Gangstarr

State to state I chase fate

But my stereo ate all my favorite tapes

So babydoll you better straighten up the attitude

Or you ain't gonna make it with me

All the way to Baton Rouge

Call her mama she make the milk pour

A 94' too high to read the billboard

Got a room at the Best Western

The guy at the front desk looks like Les Nessman

Hush now not a sound

Shut the door and lay your towel down

Ya'll run around and figure out what its all about

While I try to find a cure for this cotton mouth

I keep track of the miles I run

But read the flask say Southside son

Took a sip through the hole of my ski mask

Roll till we get to the Burbs for the cheap gas

Speed pass Millenium Dodo

I got my own lane I don't wait for the popo

So order up another plate of oysters

You talk so much you makin my voice hurt

Dental floss inside of the glove box

Radio locked on the classic rock

With the mirrorball Escape From New York style

Double parked outside of the court house

The windchill got a big ol butt

My breath fog all the windows up

Take a break from the rotten grapevines

Fill the tank and then spank the state lines

Never make this mountain move naw you're bound to lose

But I knew that I could count on you

Next rounds on you (Is that true?)

Wash my sins off in the rain

Caught this fish now light the flame

I only claim what's in my veins

That's my crown and that's my name

Gotta wait till they slash the price

Before you catch a life

But we can spend half the night with the dashboard light

(Is that right?)

I'm just sayin if its all a game you can hang your pain

In the hall of fame

Don't make me explain that's my crown and that's my name

The pick pockets call me Ali Baba

I'm here to sell you some magic water

You might know me as Jacob and Malcom's father

Rest in peace Eyedea and Sally Slaughter

Its like that ya'll

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