Atmosphere - Hockey Hair Lyrics
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- Hockey Hair Lyrics
Album: You can't imagine how much fun we're having [Slug] Stop it there without a care to what you've got to fear Keep it all between your beer and your hockey hair A lot of weird people traits and ticks From the strangers to these dangerous faces you kiss You know this town ain't cool as it used to be When the lion, tigers and bears'd stare at your jewelry Truthfully I'm content with how the day moves Stepped up the game, oops, still rock the same shoes And one-time with them flashing things, they still There to turn the drama into action scenes I'm renting me a vehicle to roll me to the finish line Follow if you wanna, we'll return around dinner time Back hurts a little bit more with every cigarette MY mack learned to never ignore the petty gibberish I walk the clay cocky like MR. Know-It-Also Patiently waiting to pop, shake up the soda bottle Horizontal like a mail-order male whore that came forth Just to show you his pale horse Of course the ones that love him hate him most Heard broken ain't nothing man, she look like she ate a ghost Make a toast to the butter knife, fuck it right Wonder when my butterfly is gonna keep her flutter tight I get way lonely when I'm on the j-o-b And every pretty face acting like they know me Same story, take photos and blow me Like sucking on my pony is some type of a fucking trophy Don't know what to say homie, I understand under The notion that mine is at home under another man Don't even give it two minutes of business Rotate the shoulder blades and keep them chipless Built a prison out of conjugal visits Now I rock a fake grimace on my face to catch the kisses A bag of pot luck, a pint of gut rot Emcee's is mockduck tofu tough-talk What the blood clot, jumpshot, fadeaway Watch these white kids eat it up like it was mayonnaise Then he's on to the next city following the destiny Fell asleep drooling on your left titty Indeed I play my part and call it high art Keeping my eye on a piece of that pie chart Smarter than solutions to the Rubic's cube Took it apart and then pulled out a tube of superglue Electric boogaloo, instead of trying to look at you I should stay in my house, sit on the couch and read a book or two Maybe then this space alien can uncover ways to coexist With other homosapiens Until that time comes people know my bum steelo Incognito with mosquitoes and dung beetles It's like that, never the wack in actuals fact It's like this, St. Paul Minneapolis jack It's like that take your head out of the vaginal crack Like what the fuck did you expect I rap
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