- Atmosphere Clay 歌詞
- Atmosphere
- When I first landed the damage was outlandishanguish, anxiousness, and taking it for grantedbut when
I first landed
I was so relieved
I lost my focusso we exceeded recommended dosagesnow
I hold the crib? that holds the soul that holds the poet ********lcusive it leaves illusions of unfocused flows
I don't suppose you're taking too much timebreaking too much mind trying to unravel the parable?that dismantled and left the lines in need of some assemblyso
I can find the secret key and free all the emceesthis planet spins on a thin axisall axis passes won't help you to grasp the atmos'
I mean, what did you thinkmy agenda was to freestyle, smile, get paid to smoke ****,and grab the mic and spoon-feed?there's more to this than just paying the rentif you're riding on this song you need to ride it to the end[Chorus]what could you say as the
Earth gets further and further away?planets as small as balls of clay (x4)some shells get brokesome keep their wigs closedsome get exposed as little man big posesome make moves and some stay daydreamersbut everybody seems to want some loot, food and a beemerwell make mine hunter green with camo insides,10 percent tints,
Mr. Pibb and some french friesinch by inch
I take it closer to the shoulderbut day by day it's getting harder to stay soberonce again on the edge, head's inebriatedmovement needs motive, it's easier to be sedatedwhat makes me mighty and another tiny?why does my psyche give a damn about whether or not you like me?if this crime's right
I might be wrong
I grip this mic tight because it's all
I really have a grip onso let the losers lose and let the players playthe difference is the day to the dust some clay, what[Chorus - 4X]who's world is that? it ain't mine, and
I'm gratefulalready got a plate full of clay on my table
I'm capable of handling fate,
I know thisso do the people that get pissed when this microphonist spitstoo many get caught up in the lines that emcees thought upbut it's clear to me the ones that fear me are the one's that outta
I spot a blemish on your planet's existence
I deliver subtle terror submerged in clever sentencesinstantly pissin? away the misfitsthe only residue that came of the hypothecially spew they sprayedwhen they swayed
I'd have emhalf of 'em can't fathomwhere the '
Mats? from
I may be on thoseyou can ask 'emat last, when we get down to itthere's more than sand and fluidin how
I revolve and evolvecan we solve the secrets?
No.can we take trinkets?
No.so when the ink hits it's more than just a sequenced flow
I can't bring you with me so
I'm a leave me herecenturies from now they're gonna study
Atmospherecarefully
I steer, I'm aware life is fatalwhen
I go, I wanna go like
Ho, taken by the play-dough[Chorus - 4X]
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