the air And wave like you just don't care Say, you deserve a break today Oh yeah, work that body, work that body Make sure you don't hurt nobody Fuzzy
that i fuck with, are the one's that i'm friends with, (chorus) what! Atmosphere! yeya you remeber, Atmosphere! Atmosphere! yeya you remeber, Atmosphere! you know what? ya'll fools ain't
Sacrifice plays a part in grabbing mics From now to the afterlife I'll continue passion-like I love this fucking whore with all my heart And ain't nobody
know how to make some music And the music ain't supposed to stand still And little bit of, you know little bits of Negro? Into the music isn't enough
said what You ain't reachin' the crowd, you ain't makin' your fact You ain't droppin' lines that hit the top You can't make the party go hip hop You
last guy. Nobody's got it worse than that guy. Nobody in the whole world. That guy...he's so alone in the world that he doesn't even have a street to
I done fucked around and got upset But it ain't nothing we can do It's bigger than me and you one day our time coming too So ain't no use in being sad
Yeah, yeah, party people in the place to be It's all live 'cause the party is packed (No straps, just raps) Sweat drippin' ain't nobody set trippin'
Navy seal team make a bitch scream Make 'em suck a dick dipped in vaginal cream 'cause you mothafuckas ain't worth the earth that you walk on You ain't
Now that it's all up in the atmosphere I found out that you cheated on me Like I cheated on you with her Now we're even what happens from here Ain't nobody
I ain't gonna stick around here I don't know why I can't fly this here ride On out the cosmic cowboy atmosphere Well, ain't nobody know Where I'm gonna
it in egypt I say come to that river man, but nobody's seen it Believe that, cinematic, atmospheric Panasonic my headphones, ain't nothing on it Bonnets
over *?be said what?* You ain't reachin the crowd, you ain't makin your fact You ain't droppin lines that hit the top You can't make the party go hip-
the bird, we don't cuss and scream When the cars don't move when the light turns green We don't lock our doors when we leave the house There ain't nobody
tablets, back on the block nobody's havin it Those who haven't learnt get returned You freaky ass niggaz get burned Some walk around like they ain't
mode If I smell the scent of Yung Berg on ya Till it ain't no more, ain't no dough Get into his ass cause I ain't opposed I'm a living anal probe I'm
Take me hand, close your eyes With you right here, I'm a rocketeer Let's fly [J-Splif:] Yo, now I ain't ever been to space before But I ain't never seen