Atmosphere The Jackpot/Swept Away Lyrics:
Starin over that strech
into the horizon
with my eyes and ears closed
sealed with a clear coat
i'm at a loss for words,
but i know a lot of words for loss
i got a whole lotta excuses
to curse and stomp
fuck you very much and kiss me goodbye
because i'm leaving on the next high
ain't no sex allowed
now all crowd around ma
and show me what you found
he got the truth
and she got the groove
and they raped the youth
and he's got the proof

now, nobody move
nobody gets nowhere
progress halt and its all my fault
and i dont care
here i am
behold this pale whore
kinda sore throat bloke on tour
thru the core repell
followin the chorus
indorced by the force
and honey i just wanna
hug ur curves like a
porsche.

go ahead throw them sore
issues back on the fire
to feel the flame,
get me high
lose the blame
let me slide
tonight's the night
and crack me a low and brown
and touch my swollen crown
while i hold it down

yo, on the level of actually
she found me flacid.
skiped class to be fashionally absent
got me thinking
caught me drinkin
tossed my ink across
the loos leaf like
watch me sink into the mind state
of how imma wait to find fate
let the pupils dialate
fly high like the crime rate
mosiquito bate, baby
keep me up to date
who you love today
give me a pound and im on my way

now im at it that imaginary
line thats on the floor
what do you mean we
should stay in touch
what for
not exactly sure
but i agree with your motive
the posion took over
cuz the dose was sugar coated
the world is full of people
who want nothing short of perfect
and yet they settle for less
blinded by their quest for purpose

first hit,
i knew it was for me
it made me think
her i sink now
now i dont remember why i drink

i gotta pay the phone bills
scrape off the road kill
hold still
here's another girl
acting like king of the
mole hill

yo, step with stride
i got this friend named PRIDE
and imma hide him in my pocket
till the day that i die
and i got this pet peeve
that i only let out to eat
poked holes in the top of the
jar so he can breath
and when he's old enough
imma set him free and let him breed
teach his kids how to build
bombs and shoot speed
true indeed
im all about the lines
around the block
good times
hip hop
and making rhymes about my cock

so fuck the work
fuck love
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fuck man and you
i hope you drown
face down
in your dandruff shampoo

thank you for making me
creating me
sedating me
taking me
appreciating me
embracing me
abrasivley tasting me
and waiting patiently
i promise to pay you back on
the day we're free

i wanna thank you for hatin me
frustratin me
escaping me
stickin that steak in me
and blatenley breaking me
erasing me
defacing me
and replacing me
i promise to pay you back on
the day we're free

she aint happy when i am around
she's mad when im gone
so imma drink this pint
of whiskey and go pass
out on her lawn
and when she leaves to go to work
she'll find me in my superstar
my day off with an angel
wreck her morning
with a loser

i'm true to the game
don't know the rules to the game
ruin my shoes
stomp into all the puddles
and pools in my brain
i could remove my heart
shave my legs
but no matter how soft i walk
i still manage to break the eggs

i wanna thank you for making me
creating me
sedating me
taking me
appreciating me
and embracing me
abrasivley tasting me
and waiting patiently
i promise to pay you back on
the day we're free

yo, i wanna thank you for hatin me
frustratin me
escaping me
stickin that steak in me
and blatenley breaking me
erasing me
defacing me
replacing me
i promise to pay you back on
the day we're free

[let me clear my throat,
kick it over here baby pop
and let all the fly
skimmas feel the beat.
umm drooop.]

Boom.

its the way she moves
that broom that's got me
consumed
and it aint got nothing to do
with the sleeping
it's the look on her face
thats got me displaced
plus the fact that she's
prolly got no clue that
im peepin
she's deep into routine
cleanin off the sidewalk
infront of the shop she
works
1:15 am
me,
parked in the car
in the street
maybe 30 feet from the spot she sweeps
emotion taken
who is this human
and why she chewin' my attention
the action, unaware,
innocent, purely accident
and whom I askin this?
I'm alone, in the
passenger seat of this
[this part is bleeped
out]
awaitin' my companion,
but damn man, she's got
me distracted
and it's not just the fact
that she's attractive
it's the whole kit-n-kabootle
from the look on her
face, to her taste
in shoes, to the way
she moves
it inspires me to sit and doodle, so
while I write
she wipes down the tagged
up picnic tables outside
of the [bleeped out]
it's missin not a spot
and here I sit again, with a pen
and a desire to be
entirely lost in a world
of them ..

(spoken) "what do
you mean you just wanna
be friends.."
Lyrics: The Jackpot/Swept Away, Atmosphere [end]