Teksty:
Atmosphere Hope

grudge beacause you still got my rib, with cha Beautiful eyes, and scrupulous lies Now watch this circusclown run around in circles and try Seems like all I get to eat is Hope

, cause you still got my rib With your beautiful eyes, unscrupulous lies Now watch the circus clown run around in circles and try Seems like all I get to eat is hope

hope all your brats behave and that you had a good shower, shat and shave I hope your lady cooperates, plays nice I hope you already got laid today twice I hope

t need roads, roads And where we stop nobody knows, knows To the stars if you really want it Got, got a jetpack with your name on it Above the clouds in the atmosphere

I need a sign, to let me know you're here All of these lines are being crossed over the atmosphere I need to know, that things are gonna look up 'Cause

Where I was born, nothing is promised My life is filled with less hope than the prophecies of Nostradamus Omega marks the ending of predictability, birth

real killa? Well, pull out your pistol, bitch, and shoot it, shoot it And you knew it, do it, when, when you looked in my eyes I'm ready to die and I hope

me lost out in space We laid underneath the stars, strung out and feeling brave I watched the red orange glow, I watched you float away Down here in the atmosphere

and Pay the judge, drop the top, we'll mess around Shit, it's the kid rapper's feelin' You cowards don't know? I'd rather be racketeerin' somewhere Bustin' shots in the atmosphere