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The Jackpot LyricsArtist: AtmosphereAlbum: Headshots: Se7en staring over that stretch and into the horizon with my eyes and lids closed sealed with a clicker (?) not a man at loss for words but i know a lot of words for loss got a whole lot of reason 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 groove and she got the groove and they rake the view then he's the groove 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 sore stadeegies (?) on the fire to fuel the flame get me high lose the blame like a spy tonight's the night crack me a lower brow 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 (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 you all ripped 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 nah and i don't remember why i drink now i gotta pay the phone bill scrape off the roadkill hold still here's another girl acting like king of the mole hill i got 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 be 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 hating me creating me sedating me taking me appreciating me erasing me irascibly 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 debasing me and replacing me i promise to pay you back on the day we're free now she 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 superstar my day off with an angel break from morning with a loser i'm true to the game no other rules to the game room in my shoes stompin through puddles and pools in my brain i can remove my heart to save 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 erasing me irascibly 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 debasing 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? Related: |
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