Atmosphere To All My Friends 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]
    Yeah, I saw the sign in the window, for the job
    Yeah I got a high school education, but that's all
    Skills? You wanna know if I got some skills?
    Yeah I got some skills
    This goes out to all my friends

    What you gonna be when you grown up?
    I'm all grown up and still don't know what
    I might throw up, I rock a tow-truck
    Long as it means that I can get old and post up
    I used to be a typical winner
    Living off the gratuity from delivering your dinner
    Cause as a kid, I didn't consider
    that I would get the opportunity to be a full-time spitter
    I love this occupation
    I got bosses across the nation
    Validation is an understatement
    and I don't really know how to take a vacation
    My kind don't have any free time
    I'm so distracted, but everything's fine
    I speak shine and I read signs
    Appreciate your opinion but this dream's mine
    It's all love, we're cool
    But you don't tell a cowboy what to do
    I was the ugly kid that didn't listen
    Little big man full of ambition
    Based on imagination, just like you
    Daydreaming, thinking bout the things I might do
    I used to paint, draw and illustrate
    Mom would facilitate and it would feel okay
    Seems like yesterday still plays a part
    When I grow up, I wanted a job making art
    Picture that, how many years old?
    Young enough to mix up love with career goals
    But I was just this tall when they told me
    that the world was mine, but the papers weren't signed
    There's no deed, so proceed to go seed
    up the whole piece like it owes me groceries
    Don't breathe until you formally know me
    Won't leave? Better call authorities
    It's all love, we're cool
    But you tell an astronaut what to do
    The turntables stole my heart
    Burnt the paintbrush, broke it apart
    I miss it, I might revisit
    But I wasn't that good, I admit it, maybe you can't tell
    But as a kid, I wanted to be Melle Mel
    And later as a teenager I wanted to be LL
    Then I discovered weed and I wanted to be Del
    But thank God eventually I found myself
    It's funny when I bump into fools
    I used to go to school with, and they ask what I'm doing
    Half of the time I want to crack a lie
    But fuck it, I'm still a wannabe rapper guy
    Hahaha, yeah I guess that it seems that way
    I get to see the world, and it's decent pay
    As long as somebody want to see us play
    I wake up every morning and I seize the day
    It's all love, we're cool
    But you don't tell the president what to do

    It's like that y'all, it's like this y'all
    I don't get to call in sick y'all
    Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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