Atmosphere The Arrival 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

  • [Slug]
    [whispered]
    "I'm not really supposed to talk about this.....but..."

    With the excitement of a new born
    Came to join the main event and fight against the luke warm
    With nothing but they word and they history
    Take a can of paint and try to decorate their dignity
    It's not what they anticipated
    Fuck, it doesn't matter. Put your fists up and instigate it
    And they can't save the planet
    Or the children of the pandas
    Or themselves god damn it
    I'm just a man that loved rap
    So much in fact
    I put every piece of myself inside these fucking tracks
    What is that, you whisper something from the back?
    You think your personal attacks
    Make up for what you lack?
    I'm just a cat searching for a clean lap
    To crash in a world hurting, waiting for they turn to take a nap
    Sorting through bills, fan mail and life threats
    Wondering why the postman ain't delivered my wife yet
    They call me Sean, this is Anthony
    No need to act hard cause we got extended family
    So I smile while I try to use my words wise
    Say what I meant just in case this is your first time
    Via child of the wings tired
    Smilin' like a couple of fools that the queen hired
    Can't wait for the vibrate to thicken
    So we can watch the world tip side. WAIT!
    Even the dead's getting live
    It's a little deeper, you can float, come on baby dive!
    To fall in love with this bitch
    From the petals on her flowers to the pimples on her tits
    Fuck the insults. And fuck the compliments
    Just wanna see the mommy free the honesty and the common sense
    Stop following the win that you swallow
    Cause it's too simple to aim for a target sitting on a fence
    We do it for the candle in the sky
    Here's a toast to those who can't handle their high
    You and I, we can swim into the tide
    And watch these other children lose they mind
    (I'm doin' fine)
    And they landed safe and sound
    Better try to take 'em out before they make your saviors proud
    So fix your beef, quit actin' like a sheep
    Either spit your speak or sit there and git your teeth
    To spread the info to the kin folk
    Fucking with the climate on the inside of the windows
    They're here, the baby farmers gonna take it farther
    Make a mark and break apart your fake martyrs
    Planted firm, let the planet burn
    Understand the terms, you don't wanna open up this can of worms
    I'm trying to keep the prize on the eyeball
    But people wanna see you fly all to watch the sky fall
    Who's to blame for your lack of conviction
    I wasn't drafted, I asked for the mission
    Put your name on the list at the bottom on an empty line
    And hold in plain sight what ever gave you the right to question mine?
    The night prowler, gonna crawl past all the rap politics
    You can put that on your last dollar
    Wake up, it's bigger than a pay stub
    There's the door, get the money, go wash off your make-up

    [Muffled]
    And they don't need to love it
    If you don't wanna give it, keep it
    Doesn't really mean nothin'
    Come and beat it 'til it stops breathin'
    No need to even try to reason
    When they not leavin'



    Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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