Millenium Dodo Lyrics - The Family Sign - Atmosphere

I only act like an asshole* 

Why don't ya'll stay in back 

Let the man grow 

I can't tell what town this is 

But I know that bill was a counterfeit 

Hye bartender, bump a top jar 

Gotta think about where to dump this cop car 

I'm too slick, so fuck your bullshit 

I'm coolin in the corner with my custom pool stick 

My grandad must've played the jazz 

When I bleed you can hear my heartbeat snap 

All around the world, its the same bar 

Wishin that the jukebox had some Gangstarr 

State to state, I chase fate 

But my stereo ate all my favorite tapes 

So babydoll, you better straighten up the attitude 

Or you ain't gonna make it with me 

All the way to Baton Rouge 

Call her mama, she make the milk pour 

A 94', too high to read the billboard 

Got a room at the Best Western 

The guy at the front desk looks like Les Nessman 

Hush now, not a sound 

Shut the door, and lay your towel down 

Ya'll run around and figure out what its all about 

While I try to find a cure for this cotton mouth 

I keep track of the miles I run 

But read the flask, say Southside, son 

Took a sip through the hole of my ski mask 

Roll till we get to the Burbs for the cheap gas 

Speed pass, Millenium Dodo 

I got my own lane, I don't wait for the popo 

So order up another plate of oysters 

You talk so much, you makin my voice hurt 

Dental floss inside of the glove box 

Radio locked on the classic rock 

With the mirrorball, Escape From New York style 

Double parked outside of the court house 

The windchill got a big ol butt 

My breath fog all the windows up 

Take a break from the rotten grapevines 

Fill the tank and then spank the state lines 

Never make this mountain move, naw you're bound to lose 

But I knew that I could count on you 

Next rounds on you (Is that true?) 

Wash my sins off in the rain 

Caught this fish now, light the flame 

I only claim whats in my veins 

That's my crown and that's my name 

Gotta wait till they slash the price 

Before you catch a life 

But we can spend half the night with the dashboard light 

(Is that right?) 

I'm just sayin if its all a game, you can hang your pain 

In the hall of fame 

Don't make me explain, that's my crown and that's my name 

The pick pockets call me Ali Baba 

I'm here to sell you some magic water 

You might know me as Jacob and Malcom's father 

Rest in peace Eyedea and Sally Slaughter 

Its like that ya'll 

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