Teksty:
Atmosphere Makes The Sun Come Out

You make my love come down, you make my love come down I feel you love me now, I feel you love me now You make my LOVE come down! You make my LOVE come

mack out Now you ain't even gotta act out, now I gotta throw the trash out I'm a thug shout, where my pimping spot, where the sun don't shine one time

put tickets in your behind I said one two three four come on girls get on the floor A come alive, ya'll a gimme what ya got 'Cause I'm guaranteed to make

me true but I'm no island Peninsula maybe makes no sense I know crazy give them all This pussycat thats in my lap No looking back Space ships don't come

been painted, Allah's heard and seen Everywhere, throughout your surroundin' atmosphere Troposphere, thermosphere, stratosphere Can you imagine from one single idea, everything appeared here Understanding makes

makes no sense I know, crazy Give up all this pussy cat thats in my lap no lookin back Spaceships dont come equipped with rearview mirrors They dip as quick as they can The atmosphere

chased off, so she stays distant. Verse 3 If it weren't for me squintin he wouldn't know the sun was out. I hate every word that come out of his fuckin

is to easy to stare at But it keeps me from a forest full of snare taps and bear traps And it can't come clean without the sun beams And it ain't complete

that spot If you give me a minute and I can finish my beer And move a tad bit closer to the limits of here And when it gets clear, and the sun comes