The Jackpot Lyrics - Headshots: Se7en - Atmosphere

staring over that stretch, into the horizon 

with my eyes and ears closed sealed with a clearcode. 

I'm at loss for words, but i know a lot of words for loss 

got a whole lot of excuses to curse and stalk 

fuck you very much and kiss me goodbye 

cause i'm leaving on the next high 

(all populatories.....??) ain't no sex allowed 

now all crowd around me and show me what you found. 

He got the truth, and she got the groove, and they rape them youth, and he's got the proof. 

Now, nobody move nobody gets nowhere progress halt 

it's all my fault and i don't care 

here i am now hold this pail lower 

kinda sore throat blown contours to the core of hell following the course 

endorsed by the force and honey i just wanna hug your curves like a porsche 

now hey throw them source back issues on the fire to fuel the flame get me high lose the blame, let me smile 

tonight's the night crack me a Lowenbrow 

and touch my swollen crown when i hold it down 

well on the level of actually she found me flaccid 

skipped class to be fashionably absent 

got me thinking coffee-drinking toss my anger cross the loose-leaf life 

watch me sink into the mind-state, while i'm awake to find fate 

let the pupils dilate fly high like the crime rate 

mosquito bait baby keep me up to date who you love today 

gimme a pound and i'm on my way 

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(chorus) 

(dunno) 

shake a leg baby girl it's the jackpot 

(dunno) it's the jackpot 

now imagine that imaginary line that's on the floor 

what do you mean we should stay in touch what for? 

not exactly sure but i agree with your motive, the boys and took home 

because the dose was sugarcoated 

the world is full of people who want nothing short of perfect 

yet they settle for less, blinded by their quest for purpose 

first hit i knew it was for me it made me think here i sink now, 

and i don't remember why i drink. 

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I gotta pay the phone bill, scrape off the roadkill, hold still 

here's another girl acting like king of the mole hill. 

Yo step with stride i got this pet named pride 

and i'ma-hide him in my pocket til the day that i die 

now i got this pet peeve that i only let out to eat 

poked hole on the top of the jar so he can breath 

and when he's old enough i will set him free and let him breed, 

teach his kids how to build bombs and shoot speed. 

true indeed i'm all about the lines around the block 

the good times hiphop and writing rhymes about my cock 

so fuck the world fuck love fuck man and you 

i hope you drown face down in your dandruff shampoo 

(chorus) 

thank you for making me creating me sedating me taking me appreciating me 

embrasing me ebrassivly tasting me and waiting patiently 

i promise to pay you back on the day we're free 

i wanna thank you for hating me frustrating me escaping me sticking that stake in me and blatantly breaking me erasing me defacing me and replacing me i promise to pay you back on the day we're free 

she aint happy when i'm around, she's mad when i'm gone. 

so i'ma drink this pint of whiskey and go pass out on the lawn 

and when she leaves to go to work she'll find me in my stuper, 

Start my day off with an angel, wreck her morning with a loser. 

i'm true to the game, don't know the rules to the game. 

ruin my shoes stompin through puddles and pools in my brain 

i can remove my heart to shave my legs 

but no matter how soft i walk i still manage to break some eggs???????? 

thank you for hating me creating me sedating me taking me appreciating me and embrasing me ebrassivly tasting me and waiting patiently 

i promise to pay you back on the day we're free 

i wanna thank you for hating me frustrating me escaping me sticking that stake in me and blatantly breaking me erasing me defacing me and replacing me i promise to pay you back on the day we're free 

(chorus) 

let me clear my throat 

kick it over here baby pop 

and let all the fly skippers feel the beat--drop?