Atmosphere Self Hate Bad Dub - self hate bad dub текст песни

Verse 1:
As I walk through this cluster
Of people that I look upon as buster,
I continue to keep one of my feet in this gutter, Maybe that's my way of puttin' the day in place, Ain't too much okay you can tell by how I wear This face,
But don't you worry, this is my journey,
Fellas keep your fists up women keep it dirty. Fly little birdy as I walk through this pule, Puttin' it together makin' sure the laugh stays Muffled.
They congregated on the corner of the block, Tryin' to come up with the plan so they can close Down the shop.
Unsuccessfully all attempts oppressin' we, Testing we, bringing we one closer to the Destiny. Yes it be the fool that burnt down the School, tryin' to turn around the frown and make Everything seem cool, sittin' on my stool showing Off my muscles, caught between a chuckle and a Fuck you and I love you. They buckle and bend When I start up the binge, this structure can't Handle the whole weight. They struggle cause they Pride won't let em give in, so I'm a let em cuddle With they own self hate.

Chorus:
Come on mash that dream into a telephone pole, Catch that beam let it caress the soul, she don't Need me, he don't need love, they won't see Through, they caught a bad dub, I walk down the Street in search of a home, a virtual me inside My head roams, way too bued and the ride's too Rough, can't read what I wrote last night on the Bus.

Verse 2:
I put footprints across each inch, I've left Fingerprints on the way that you listen. The Women distract me, I give in, gladly. Stayed Vision, try not to stray from the mission. Holy Cough drops, am I the next to get knocked off? Played a game of hop-scotch and stepped on a soft Spot. Can't fall off if you don't reach for the Top, so I'm a stay below the radar and keep what I Got. I don't sleep a lot. I don't like to dream. Shoved my thoughts in your mouth just to stifle Your screams. If the light was green I'd put the Pedal to the metal, put the flame to the kettle Tryin' to keep the pain settled. Change up the Level, turn the treble down. Dosey doe with the Angel and spin the Devil round. Gotta get a Better sound out of this mis-matched system, got A city full of heads can't none catch the rhythm. So let me run through these motions some more, we Gon' see the light once I kick open this door. We Gon' be alright, DJ spin the breaks so I can make Everybody embrace they self hate.

Chorus:
You can mash that dream into a telephone pole, Catch that beam let it caress the soul, she don't Need me, he don't need love, they won't see Through, they caught a bad dub.