Man shut the f*ck up!
It wasn't 'til like 1997 that you
Stopped tryin to be Prince
Whassup man? Why you look all
Upset all the time?
Ohhh, it's like that huh
To be honest I kinda respect
The way that you be walkin
Around all stupid like that
And with a Sean Daly type
Of obsession for women
He starts off to the sunset on his sins
And he looks to the sky past
The blue in the clouds and says
"Damn God tell me you ain't proud"
Everybody's talkin 'bout the end
Of the world
Like everybody wanna make friends
With my girl i guess y'all got bored with
The good old days
Like there ever really was any anyways
Don't ever close your eyes unless
You're tryin to sleep
But you never fall asleep unless
You count some sheep
And them sheep don't baa unless
You f*ck them raw
So shut your mouth and pretend
That you're deep deep
How deep? Deeper than her panties
Deeper than the power-steering fluid
In the antifreeze
And I'll be damned if she survives the trip
Second guessin each breath that
Rides her lips
I'm tryin to drive the shit, only alive
To fit inside of her hips
It's time for a sip
Fibers of the mind rip into fine strips
Of life and love while I was
Tryin to get a grip
Get a grip and, let it live man
Life is a bitch and love is a pimp
Unfocused this, broken chips
Swollen tit's, solo trips
Vocal glitch, I know it's so sick
But you're still caught up
In that loco bitch
Crippin, on that other level mentioned
Flippin, become the center of attention
Sniffin, now let's begin the intervention
Skip it - kill myself and be a legend
In my own brain head stains
Red like the flame spread
All for the jealousy sleepin in the same bed
Off with the head
Cops came with the aim said
Off with the led
Clouds came and the rain bled
"Shut the f*ck up!" Why you
Wanna lie to a believer?
Stop the voices inside of my receiver
Get a grip on that bottle of fever
And quit actin like you live
In a theater bitch
Love is a lot like a buzz
When the buzz gets strong
It can spawn hallucinations
It can roll into a permanent vacation
Or it can crash just to land
Your ass on the pavement
Love is a lot like an ego
When it's up it can let people down
And when it's lost they wanna see it found
But when it grows everybody
Wanna toss it around
Love is a lot like death
It can change the way that you see
To shine in lu-cids of findin pu-ssy
To sign a new lease to life is too cheap
So hide the money, you never knew me
So spike the honey, I wish that you'd leave
I'm dyin to breathe, the fight is too sweet
I'd like to go free
I'll cry you to sleep - get a grip!
Muscles twitch, faucet drips
The engine quit's, transmission slips
The fate eclipse, the record skips
Don't slit your wrists, peace to Mr dibbs
Atmosphere - Love Is A Pimp Lyrics
Atmosphere - Love Is A Pimp Lyrics
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Man shut the f*ck up!
It wasn't 'til like 1997 that you
Stopped tryin to be Prince
Whassup man? Why you look all
Upset all the time?
Ohhh, it's like that huh
To be honest I kinda respect
The way that you be walkin
Around all stupid like that
And with a Sean Daly type
Of obsession for women
He starts off to the sunset on his sins
And he looks to the sky past
The blue in the clouds and says
"Damn God tell me you ain't proud"
Everybody's talkin 'bout the end
Of the world
Like everybody wanna make friends
With my girl i guess y'all got bored with
The good old days
Like there ever really was any anyways
Don't ever close your eyes unless
You're tryin to sleep
But you never fall asleep unless
You count some sheep
And them sheep don't baa unless
You f*ck them raw
So shut your mouth and pretend
That you're deep deep
How deep? Deeper than her panties
Deeper than the power-steering fluid
In the antifreeze
And I'll be damned if she survives the trip
Second guessin each breath that
Rides her lips
I'm tryin to drive the shit, only alive
To fit inside of her hips
It's time for a sip
Fibers of the mind rip into fine strips
Of life and love while I was
Tryin to get a grip
Get a grip and, let it live man
Life is a bitch and love is a pimp
Unfocused this, broken chips
Swollen tit's, solo trips
Vocal glitch, I know it's so sick
But you're still caught up
In that loco bitch
Crippin, on that other level mentioned
Flippin, become the center of attention
Sniffin, now let's begin the intervention
Skip it - kill myself and be a legend
In my own brain head stains
Red like the flame spread
All for the jealousy sleepin in the same bed
Off with the head
Cops came with the aim said
Off with the led
Clouds came and the rain bled
"Shut the f*ck up!" Why you
Wanna lie to a believer?
Stop the voices inside of my receiver
Get a grip on that bottle of fever
And quit actin like you live
In a theater bitch
Love is a lot like a buzz
When the buzz gets strong
It can spawn hallucinations
It can roll into a permanent vacation
Or it can crash just to land
Your ass on the pavement
Love is a lot like an ego
When it's up it can let people down
And when it's lost they wanna see it found
But when it grows everybody
Wanna toss it around
Love is a lot like death
It can change the way that you see
To shine in lu-cids of findin pu-ssy
To sign a new lease to life is too cheap
So hide the money, you never knew me
So spike the honey, I wish that you'd leave
I'm dyin to breathe, the fight is too sweet
I'd like to go free
I'll cry you to sleep - get a grip!
Muscles twitch, faucet drips
The engine quit's, transmission slips
The fate eclipse, the record skips
Don't slit your wrists, peace to Mr dibbs
It wasn't 'til like 1997 that you
Stopped tryin to be Prince
Whassup man? Why you look all
Upset all the time?
Ohhh, it's like that huh
To be honest I kinda respect
The way that you be walkin
Around all stupid like that
And with a Sean Daly type
Of obsession for women
He starts off to the sunset on his sins
And he looks to the sky past
The blue in the clouds and says
"Damn God tell me you ain't proud"
Everybody's talkin 'bout the end
Of the world
Like everybody wanna make friends
With my girl i guess y'all got bored with
The good old days
Like there ever really was any anyways
Don't ever close your eyes unless
You're tryin to sleep
But you never fall asleep unless
You count some sheep
And them sheep don't baa unless
You f*ck them raw
So shut your mouth and pretend
That you're deep deep
How deep? Deeper than her panties
Deeper than the power-steering fluid
In the antifreeze
And I'll be damned if she survives the trip
Second guessin each breath that
Rides her lips
I'm tryin to drive the shit, only alive
To fit inside of her hips
It's time for a sip
Fibers of the mind rip into fine strips
Of life and love while I was
Tryin to get a grip
Get a grip and, let it live man
Life is a bitch and love is a pimp
Unfocused this, broken chips
Swollen tit's, solo trips
Vocal glitch, I know it's so sick
But you're still caught up
In that loco bitch
Crippin, on that other level mentioned
Flippin, become the center of attention
Sniffin, now let's begin the intervention
Skip it - kill myself and be a legend
In my own brain head stains
Red like the flame spread
All for the jealousy sleepin in the same bed
Off with the head
Cops came with the aim said
Off with the led
Clouds came and the rain bled
"Shut the f*ck up!" Why you
Wanna lie to a believer?
Stop the voices inside of my receiver
Get a grip on that bottle of fever
And quit actin like you live
In a theater bitch
Love is a lot like a buzz
When the buzz gets strong
It can spawn hallucinations
It can roll into a permanent vacation
Or it can crash just to land
Your ass on the pavement
Love is a lot like an ego
When it's up it can let people down
And when it's lost they wanna see it found
But when it grows everybody
Wanna toss it around
Love is a lot like death
It can change the way that you see
To shine in lu-cids of findin pu-ssy
To sign a new lease to life is too cheap
So hide the money, you never knew me
So spike the honey, I wish that you'd leave
I'm dyin to breathe, the fight is too sweet
I'd like to go free
I'll cry you to sleep - get a grip!
Muscles twitch, faucet drips
The engine quit's, transmission slips
The fate eclipse, the record skips
Don't slit your wrists, peace to Mr dibbs