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Текст (слова) песни: Atmosphere - Trying to Find a Balance

[Slug]
They love the taste of blood
Now I don`t know what that means, but I know that I mean it
Maybe they`re as evil as they seem
Or maybe I only look out the window when it`s scenic
"Atmosphere finally made a good record."
Yeah right, that shit almost sounds convincing
The last time I felt as sick and contradictive as this
Was the last time we played a show in Cinnci`
"Get real." they tell me
If only they knew how real this life really gets
They would stop acting like a silly bitch
They would respect the cock whether or not they believed in it
Doesn`t take much and that`s messed up
Because these people do a lot of simple shit to impress us
While everyone was trying to out-do the last man
I was just a ghost trying to catch some Ms. Pac-man
Hello ma`am, would you be interested
In some sexual positions and emotional investments
See, I`m not insane, in fact I`m kind of rational
When I be askin`, "Yo, where did all the passion go?"
East coast, West coast, down South, Midwest
Nowadays everybody knows how to get fresh
Somebody give me a big yes (YES!)
God Bless America, but she stole the B from "Bless" (And kept it!)
Now I`m too fucked up to dance
So I`ma sit with my hand down the front of my pants
You can`t achieve your goals if you don`t take that chance
So go pry open that trunk and get those amps (You know!)

[Chorus x2]
In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester
Treat me like a God, oh they treat me like a leper
You see me move back and forth between both
I`m trying to find a balance
I`m trying to build a balance

[Slug]
So now I keep a close eye on my pets
Because they make most of they moves off of instinct and sense
It`s eat, sleep, fuck in self defense
So straight you can set your clocks and place bets
Wait, let`s prey on blind, deaf, dumb, dead
Hustle, maybe a couple will love what you said
Emcees drag their feet across a big naked land
With an empty bag of seed and a fake shake of hands
Yeah I got some last words, FUCK ALL OF YA`LL!
Stop writin` raps and go play volleyball
Gotta journey the world in a hurry
Cause my attorney didn`t put enough girls on the jury
Guilty of droppin` these bombs in the city
But I`m innocent, love is the motive that`s why you`re killin `em
Guilty of settin` my fire in all fifty
But I`m innocent, blame it on my equilibrium

[Chorus x2]
In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester
Treat me like a God, oh they treat me like a leper
You see me move back and forth between both
I`m trying to find a balance
I`m trying to build a balance

I gotta find my balance
I gotta find my balance

[Slug]
Now all my friends are famous
It`s either one thing or another
They all don`t know what my name is
Probably know both of my brothers
The one is a hard workin` savior
The other`s a hard workin` soldier
I`m just your next door neighbor
Workin` hard at tryin` to stay sober
You wait for the car at the corner
Pretend like you know what the plot is
Won`t quit till I hit California
And make you my Golden State goddess

 

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