Atmosphere The Number None Lyrics

To All My Friends, Blood Makes the Blade Holy: The Atmosphere EPs Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Until the Nipple's Gone
  • 2 The Major Leagues
  • 3 Scalp
  • 4 The Best Day
  • 5 Americareful
  • 6 Hope
  • 7 The Loser Wins
  • 8 Shotgun
  • 9 Commodities
  • 10 The Number None
  • 11 Freefallin'
  • 12 To All My Friends
  • [Slug]
    Alright
    Baby listen, they playing our song
    You want to slow dance with me? C'mon
    You can just say no
    You ain't gotta be a douche about it

    I was just a kid, she was just a kid
    Lost in the mix, it didn't matter what we did
    She used to baby me, I was her baby doll
    I used to chase her around, she was basketball
    I guess it had to fall, I should've known
    No model to follow, we were both from broken homes
    But we used to laugh about acting grown up
    and I could hear her mom in the back yelling hang the phone up
    A teenage love, a teenage love
    Keep up the crush on what it means to us
    It's okay girl, we don't even need to fuck
    I was the first one to show her what a penis was
    We used to sit on the park bench and hold hands
    Staying out past dark to feel the romance
    Summer time I was waking up early
    Bounce out the flat little worm, get the birdy
    Walk to her house and watch a couple movies
    Kissing on her nipples, playing with the coochy, whoo!
    That's as far as it ever got, pet the spot
    Get her all wet and hot, and then it stopped
    Frustration, soon after that
    She broke up with me like boom it's a wrap
    She said that we were moving too fast
    No seducing the ass, she needed room to relax
    But hold up now, I don't understand
    All I really wanted was to be your lover man
    We can wait, no pressure, I'll be patient
    She said stop calling me, I'm taking a vacation
    So there it was decorated with the wordplay
    I'm at school and I'm tryna hide my hurt face
    She started seeing others but it got worse, wait
    She let my homeboy hit it on the first date

    Oooh!
    Sorry dude
    Makes me wanna sing, I wanna sing, c'mon

    [Repeat - 4X]
    I don't miss you, but I remember you
    You taught a lesson and for that I give you gratitude
    I'm such a mess with love and sex
    But I don't fuck around with my best friend's ex, nah
    Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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