Texty:
Atmosphere Primer

Hey Daly, Get the fuck away from my sister you punk motherfucker (intro) I do... I do... I do... Hey whassup, can I kiss the bitch yet?... I do... First

Hey Daly, Get the fuck away from my sister you punk motherfucker (intro) I do... I do... I do... Hey whassup, can I kiss the bitch yet?... I do...

colored man? Who's the original, who's the biochemical Who's the grafted digital, digital, digital, digital Digital.. yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Two hundred thousand million atmosphere

It?s a shame how years keep passing by We?re the same now we don?t see eye to eye Used to be that boy in a bubble, he could get into a whole lot of

of hanging in and holding on My center of gravity is gone Now it won't be long cause I am moving on Now i'm floating way above the atmosphere Now a constellation

Turn off the lights; pull the sheets down tight, We?re being watched by satellite. Put my ring under loose floorboards, They can?t know my life before

Lost in a crowd the world?s gone crazy She?s screaming out loud somebody save me No one?s allowed to be a hero So she?s lost in a crowd on a perfect

the chains relax a bit Does it indicate their mental state as happy clean and fit? Happy clean and fit? After daylong happy tunes its prime reaction

it's all good, and no key should and though you would really wanna leave of me What you kickin it in tha hood, get adapted, Capture tha atmosphere, get