Atmosphere Hockey Hair Lyrics

You Can’t Imagine How Much Fun We’re Having Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 The Arrival
  • 2 Panic Attack
  • 3 Watch Out
  • 4 Musical Chairs
  • 5 Say Hey There
  • 6 Hockey Hair
  • 7 Bam
  • 8 Pour Me Another
  • 9 Smart Went Crazy
  • 10 Angelface
  • 11 That Night
  • 12 Get Fly
  • 13 Little Man
  • You can't imagine how much fun we're having

    Stop it there without a care to what you've got to fear
    Keep it all betwen your beer and your hockey hair
    A lot of weird people traits and ticks
    From the strangers to these dangerous faces you kiss
    You know this town aint cool as it used to be
    When the lion, tigers and bears'd stare at your jewelry
    Thruthfully I'm content with how the day moves
    Stepped up the game, oops, still rock the same shoes
    And one-time with them flashin things, they still
    There to turn the drama into action scenes
    I'm renting me a vehicle to roll me to the finish line
    Follow if you wanna, we'll return around dinner time
    Back hurts a little bit more with every cigarette
    MY mack learned to never ignore the petty gibberish
    I walk the clay cocky like MR. Know-It-Also
    Patiently waiting to pop, shake up the soda bottle
    Horizontal like a mail-order male whore that came forth
    Just to show you his pale horse
    Of course the ones that love him hate him most
    Heard broken aint nothin man, she look like she ate a ghost
    Make a toast to the butterknife, fuck it right
    Wonder when my butterfly is gonna kep her flutter tight
    I get way lonely when I'm on the j-o-b
    And every pretty face actin like they know me
    Same story, take photos and blow me
    Like suckin on my pony is some type of a fuckin trophy
    Don't know what to say homie, I understand under
    the notion that mine is at home under another man
    Don't even give it two minutes of business
    Rotate the shoulderblades and keep them chipless
    Built a prison out of conjugal visits
    Now I rock a fake grimace on my face to catch the kisses
    A bag of pot luck, a pint of gut rot
    emcee's is mockduck tofu tough-talk
    What the blood clot, jumpshot, fadeaway
    Watch these kids eat it up like it was mayonaisse
    Then he's on to the next city followin the destiny
    Fell asleep droolin on your left titty
    Indeed I play my part and call it high art
    Keepin my eye on a piece of that pie chart
    Smarter than solutions to the rubix cube
    Took it apart and then pulled out a tube of superglue
    Electric boogaloo, instead of tryin to look at you
    I should stay in my house, sit on the couch and read a book or two
    Maybe then this space alien can uncover ways to coexist
    With other homosapiens
    Until that time comes people know my bum steelo
    Incognito with mosquitos and dung beetles
    It's like that, take your head out of the vaginal crack
    Like what the fuck did you expect
    I rap Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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