The Jackpot/swept Away Lyrics - Atmosphere

Starin over that strech 

into the horizon 

with my eyes and ears closed 

sealed with a clear coat 

i'm at a loss for words, 

but i know a lot of words for loss 

i got a whole lotta excuses 

to curse and stomp 

fuck you very much and kiss me goodbye 

because i'm leaving on the next high 

ain't no sex allowed 

now all crowd around ma 

and show me what you found 

he got the truth 

and she got the groove 

and they raped the youth 

and he's got the proof 

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now, nobody move 

nobody gets nowhere 

progress halt and its all my fault 

and i dont care 

here i am 

behold this pale whore 

kinda sore throat bloke on tour 

thru the core repell 

followin the chorus 

indorced by the force 

and honey i just wanna hug ur curves like a porsche. 

go ahead throw them sore issues back on the fire 

to feel the flame, 

get me high 

lose the blame 

let me slide 

tonight's the night 

and crack me a low and brown 

and touch my swollen crown 

while i hold it down 

Photos 

yo, on the level of actually she found me flacid. 

skiped class to be fashionally absent 

got me thinking 

caught me drinkin 

tossed my ink across the loos leaf like 

watch me sink into the mind state 

of how imma wait to find fate 

let the pupils dialate 

fly high like the crime rate 

mosiquito bate, baby keep me up to date 

who you love today 

give me a pound and im on my way 

now im at it that imaginary line thats on the floor 

what do you mean we should stay in touch 

what for 

not exactly sure 

but i agree with your motive 

the posion took over 

'cause the dose was sugar coated 

the world is full of people 

who want nothing short of perfect 

and yet they settle for less 

blinded by their quest for purpose 

first hit, 

i knew it was for me 

it made me think 

her i sink now 

now i dont remember why i drink 

i gotta pay the phone bills 

scrape off the road kill 

hold still 

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

yo, step with stride 

i got this friend named PRIDE 

and imma hide him in my pocket 

till the day that i die 

and i got this pet peeve 

that i only let out to eat 

poked holes in the top of the jar so he can breath 

and when he's old enough 

imma set him free and let him breed 

teach his kids how to build bombs and shoot speed 

true indeed 

im all about the lines around the block 

good times 

hip hop 

and making rhymes about my cock 

so fuck the work 

fuck love 

fuck man and you 

i hope you drown 

face down 

in your dandruff shampoo 

thank you for making me 

creating me 

sedating me 

taking me 

appreciating me 

embracing me 

abrasivley tasting me 

and waiting patiently 

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

i wanna thank you for hatin me 

frustratin me 

escaping me 

stickin that steak in me 

and blatenley 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 am around 

she's mad when im gone 

so imma drink this pint of whiskey and go pass out on her lawn 

and when she leaves to go to work 

she'll find me in my superstar 

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 

stomp into all the puddles and pools in my brain 

i could remove my heart 

shave my legs 

but no matter how soft i walk 

i still manage to break the eggs 

i wanna thank you for making me 

creating me 

sedating me 

taking me 

appreciating me 

and embracing me 

abrasivley tasting me 

and waiting patiently 

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

yo, i wanna thank you for hatin me 

frustratin me 

escaping me 

stickin that steak in me 

and blatenley breaking me 

erasing me 

defacing me 

replacing me 

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

[[ let me clear my throat, 

kick it over here baby pop 

and let all the fly skimmas feel the beat. 

umm drooop.]] 

Boom. 

its the way she moves that broom that's got me consumed 

and it aint got nothing to do 

with the sleeping 

it's the look on her face 

thats got me displaced 

plus the fact that she's prolly got no clue that im peepin 

she's deep into routine 

cleanin off the sidewalk infront of the shop she works 

1: 15 am 

me, 

parked in the car 

in the street 

maybe 30 feet from the spot she sweeps 

emotion taken 

who is this human 

and why she chewin' my attention 

the action, unaware, innocent, purely accident 

and whom I askin this? 

I'm alone, in the passenger seat of this [this part is bleeped out] 

awaitin' my companion, but damn man, she's got me distracted 

and it's not just the fact that she's attractive 

it's the whole kit-n-kabootle 

from the look on her face, to her taste in shoes, to the way she moves 

it inspires me to sit and doodle, so 

while I write 

she wipes down the tagged up picnic tables outside of the [bleeped out] 

it's missin not a spot 

and here I sit again, with a pen 

and a desire to be entirely lost in a world of them . 

(spoken) "what do you mean you just wanna be friends."