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ATMOSPHERE lyrics : "Trying To Find A Balance"

[Slug]
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 %#@! almost sounds convincing
The last time I felt a sinking contradictive as this
Was the last time we played a show in Cinnci'

"Get real." they tell me
If only they knew how real this life really gets
They would stop acting like a silly (*##$

They would respect the @@#! whether or not they believed in it
Doesn't take much and that's messed up
Because these people do a lot of simple %#@! to impress us

While everyone was trying to out-do the last man
I was just a ghost trying to catch some Mrs. 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 askin', "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 (YES!)

God Bless America, but she stole the B from "Bless" (Accept it)
Now I'm too $#&@ed up to dance
So I'ma 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 (You know!)


[Chorus x2]
In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester
Treat me like a God, oh 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


[Slug]
So now I keep a close eye on my pets

Because they make most of they moves off of instinct and sense
It's eat, sleep, $#&@ in self defense
So straight you can set your clocks and place bets

Wait, let's prey on 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 hands
Yeah I got some last words, !#@* ALL OF YA'LL!
Stop writin' 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 droppin' these bombs in the city

But I'm innocent, love is the motive that's why you're killin 'em
Guilty of settin' my fire in all fifty
But I'm innocent, blame it on my equilibrium


[Chorus x2]
In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester

Treat me like a God, oh 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

I gotta find my balance

I gotta find my balance

[Slug]

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
Workin' hard at tryin' to stay sober
You wait for the car at the corner

Pretend like you know what the pot is
Won't quit till I hit California
And make you my Golden State goddess

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