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  • Letra Atmosphere Wnd

    Vistos 99 Música Atmosphere [slug]it's summer, and i'm chillin on my steps with my little crewjust like the videos, just like all the little rappers dowe voice love to the heads we know that walk pastsunshine and smilin, livin out of a shot glassand i talk fast when it comes to girlshey baby i'm just a nut tryin to fuck a squirrelmaybe we could shut the world uplet some slug into your lifesuddenly she hypes an eyebrow up, like"what do you mean?" and i start buggin like"if i was to fallowed you home would you keep mewould you feed me, would you pet mewould i fuck you till your sleepy?"she said i'm creepy, and walked offtoo late, i already got off on the fact you even stoppedyou knew i'd treat you like an objectyou knew i was a rapper, you knew it was the trendfor us rapper men to disrespect women infront of friendsnonetheless; here comes that kid sean that i used to be cool withwent to school with, now this kid is talkin fool shitgettin supper touchy with his lips abouthow i stuck his bitch supposedlywhat the fuck is this supposed to besean's got nuts, hes alone, i'm wit crewnow tell me what the fuck i'm supposed to doi spew. look (???) makes believers of cartoonsand i happen to know your bitch sleeps in until the afternoonhonestly, my man, you don't bother mecause everybody bleeds, now go and ask your seed who his father be[chorus]i'm like "what, what" (i'm like) "what kid what"i'm like "what, what" (i'm like) "what kid what"i'm like "what, what" (i'm like) "what kid what"i'm like "what, what" (i'm like) "what kid what"[slug]now sean kicked my ass, i ain't gonna lie, ain't gonna laughit wasnt fun, but fuck 'em, i'ma get my gunshit like that gets done in the world of rapif they pushin on ya vibe, you just a pussy if it slidesso i sprint up three flights, get into the feet whipe on the doordraggin dirt and blood on the rug, and the wood floorcouldn't believe my squad just stood there and watchedword to god, this boy tellin me to blame it on my cocki'm amped, and i'ma shoot every motherfucker out therei'm ill, and i'm gonna prove that shit when i get back downstairsinto the bedroom, my passion aimed at the closetvisualizing the top shelf, thats where the shoebox isi push the top up, enough to fit my hand inreach into the box in a frenzy, realizing that it's emptyhand rests in the box, head festers in an open stunthen i remember, i don't even own a gun [chorus]"what, what" (i'm like) "what kid what"i'm like "what, what" (i'm like) "what kid what"i'm like "what, what" (i'm like) "what kid what"i'm like "what, what" (i'm like) "what kid what"i'm like "what, what, (i'm like) "what kid what"i'm like "what, what, what kid what"i'm like "what, what, what kid what"i'm like "what, what" (i'm like) "what kid what"i'm like "what, what, what, what"[outro]Writers never diewriters never diewriters never diewriters never die ... Ver letra completa
  • Letra Traducida Atmosphere Me

    Vistos 288 Letras Traducidas Atmosphere Yeah, the child in the mirror was homely So he learned early on how to switch into low-key Little person, observant and accurate Grew the skills to argue and the passion to back it with Kick over the blocks just to rebuild them 'Cause mom and pop used to pop, sound familiar? Daddy had to leave, but Mama kept hurting So we stepped up to help be an anger and a burden And right around the same time Started noticing girls, but they wouldn't pay him any mind And if they ever did, he got nervous You should of seen him practice on his hand for his first kiss Even though he was too young to hunt and gather Hungry puppy had to learn how to front and swagger It didn't matter, it was all self-esteem At 16, you only needed one on your team And mom and dad was never getting back together So he was on some "Baby, we gonna make it last forever" Basically married right out of high school Five years of getting high and fighting at a drive-thru And when he hit 21, they made a son But on his 22nd birthday, the relationship was done Now he's got a best friend instead of a wife But he feels like he stole the best years of her life After that, it was one co-dependant to the next A lot of love, a lot of hate and a little bit of great sex Self-learning in between the self-loathing Strangled in a cycle, can't feel yourself choking Some of them would overlap, some of them would double-back None of them deserved to be exposed to all the trouble that he posed Strike one? Not even out of fear He don't even do rough sex, you bite him and he's out of here Make no mistake he puts the man in manipulate And he's attracted to the women that reciprocate Y'all can kick karma 'till it's getting late Until Mama's little drama is the topic of the big debate And now a days the confidence is off the page 'Cause women are attracted to that clown on the stage He's only in town for a handful of hours But Repunzel want to come down and dance in the flowers Want to make a smile? want to make a laugh? Want to make up for the mistakes in the past? Want to act like he doesn't know better If payback's a bitch he'll be in debt forever Insecure, impatient Temporary gratification, self-validation That's what its made of it's all true And it's the only reason that he's even talking to you [Chorus x2] You can try to fix my broken wings You can know all the words to the songs I sing But you don't need to know what's wrong with me Unless you think you're gonna come home with me [Chorus x2]... Ver letra completa