Onemosphere Lyrics - God Loves Ugly - Atmosphere

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Atmosphere... Atmosphere... Atmosphere 

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Atmosphere and maybe you don't like us 

But of all the stars in the sky believe we're one of the brightest 

My life is as trite as your favorite rap record 

And I'm posessed with that insight that enables me to laugh better 

From the last letter back to the A come around my way 

Out of the wrapping paper with out the fucking holiday 

Can't never be captured but they can toy with my shell 

But only after they walk a mile backwards through b-boy hell 

From hear on out the sun rises at noon thirty 

And didn't quit pressing till the whole f-ing room heard me 

Soon the birdy will fly with or with out the wings 

As straight as the equator, as nosy as the outscenes 

Let the poppers pop let the breakers break 

Make the dj's and the assholes and all the rappers snakes 

Well most rap writers are wierdos now a days 

So I hang out with myself and a rafter and a belt 

Every chapter that I happen to skim 

Appears if it must of been written by me or the brothers grim 

And the moral to the story comes equipped with a sting 

Once again I'm picked for the wrong fucking team (fucking team) 

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Now I'm sleeping on floors of temporary friends 

But I'm keeping the store front as clean as I can 

And I'm sweeping the sky for today's revelation 

And I'm needing some time and some proper ventillation 

And I'm building a house for everyone to hold 

And I'm filling your mouth with the keys to my soul 

And your spitting me out piece together the puzzle 

You got to get it all out while your learning how to juggle 

And the bricks weigh more then they led you to believe 

Remember never let nobody leave you to believe 

September was the first time I had to breathe 

So I learned to hate harvest, started at a trick up it's sleave 

Not fucking with the jones'es, I guess that I been jones'en so much 

nothing gets noticed but the mess 

And I'm smokin' my stress through and empty beer can 

And it goes one Minnesota, two Minnesota, three 

And Atmosphere... 

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