Atmosphere Little Man 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
  • [Verse 1]
    Dear Jacob
    I won't take up too much of you time
    I know you're trying to get your video game-grind on
    And that's fine
    Just gimme a second to empty my face
    Before I hit the road again to go and win this paper chase
    I've been watching you man
    I'm proud of you man
    You're growing up to be the best man that you possibly can
    I know you understand
    Why I go out of town
    I also know my days are colder when you're not around
    Sometimes I wonder what it's like to be adapted to the fact
    That daddy never lived inside the same shack
    And sometimes I get this pain in my stomach's pit
    It's what I get
    I'm convinced it's my punishment
    For those nights I got drunk and let go at some bar
    In some city with some people I don't know
    For all the times that the lines on your face
    Reminded me of the days before the dagonflies escaped
    It trips me out how you pick up all my traits
    From the way that you spit to the fists that you make
    I watch the way you try to keep your mom happy
    Daddy learned that from you
    You're supposed to learn that from daddy
    I can't teach much when it comes to women
    I drive safe and slow but don't know nothing 'bout the engine
    You're doing good little man thats all I really meant
    I love you
    You're my best friend, thanks for listening

    [Verse 2]
    Dear Craig
    What up bones? How it goes?
    Yeah, me? Well, you know, you know, same old, same old
    Sorry that the phone calls ain't too routine
    Just been runnin' around the globe tryin' to do my thing
    Sometimes the weeks fly a little too fast
    And sometimes I go to sleep a little too trashed
    Other times I'm not sittin' on enough cash
    And other times today feels too much like the past
    Sometimes at night I would watch y'all fight
    A child wonderin'
    Why your life just ain't alright?
    What's the violence about? Why's it in my house?
    And even the memories are turned up too loud
    Yeah, I got some issues in my head
    Knew we should've started fixing 'em back when she left you
    I'm not trying to get you down, I know you're different now
    But your little man justs wants you to listen now
    I'm over thirty, can't maintain relations
    All these women wanna hurt me and I just don't have the patience
    I can't trust 'em
    And they're not much help
    When they start to push and pull the buttons I don't trust myself
    What pride, fists, and words just might do?
    I'm afraid of my fate, don't wanna turn out like you
    I've never hit a woman
    I won't do coke
    And for that alone I love you and I wanna thank you old man

    [Verse 3]
    Dear Sean
    What's goin' on?
    Not much to say
    Just checkin' in wit'cha trying to see what's wrong today
    I know there's gotta be something kickin' your bruises
    How's the love? How's the music? How's the self-abusiveness?
    Got a lot to lose, it's breakin' your shoulders
    So you let your paranoia place your bets for you
    Too many cigarettes, messin' up your voice
    Too many arguments, tryin' to test your poise
    The only women that love you are fans and family
    Mom has no choice, but fans leave you randomly
    No heavy rotation
    In any location
    You're not ready to face that you have no steady vocation
    Plus you're gettin' old, your raps are exhausted
    Stop it, everybody knows that you've lost it
    Singin' for these kids you don't know
    When you should be at home with your own instead you're on your telephone
    Fightin' with your girl like it's you against the world
    Another drunk hotel bedroom corner, curled up like a naked fetus
    Come and save him Jesus
    Place him back in time before the Reaganomics and Adidas
    Sometimes you're not impressed with the work you've done
    And love isn't love if you didn't hurt someone
    Your son says, "Hi dad."
    Your dad says, "Whats up?"
    And me, I wanna thank you, but I won't, I'll just say, "Good luck." Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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