"My Songs" lyrics - ATMOSPHERE

Sittin' on the steps, with Ant, that's my man
Flippin' pig-Russian, discussin' politics and contraband
Karma cut me clean as if I asked for it
Seven travels altered states with a cake and fake passport

I want to shelter everybody from the snakes
And my sleeves know a couple of tricks for huntin' breaks
(Ten thousand lakes) Multiple choice of where to drown
So I quote the voice, it goes "What floats is what's found"

It means get down like they did in the 7-2
Before the red and blue, had the opportune to bless you
Before you knew about a phone bill
Before you had to hold still
Before the Kool-Aid got diluted with Golden Seal

I used to ride around this town on a dirt bike
Child touched a lotta wild stages just to earn stripes
Read my lips, act like you heard right
And keep an eye on your chick, I work my rubber like a turnpike

(It ain't nothin' for me to come swing from your tree)
I wear the love like a ring and I sing until it's free
So what, you bringin' the weed? We break a measure
And let the hook ride just to tie it all together
Whatever

My life ain't as cool as your life
And more than likely I'll be stabbed in my sleep by your wife
So everybody stop askin' me what's wrong
And quit actin' like you don't know the words to my songs

And when the party starts, I'm in the corner actin' smart
Spittin' game at your girl, just to take your world apart
I hang with the secrets and the cats that paint pictures
While you sleepin' on life and writin' the same scriptures

(What you gonna take witch ya?) I take it all but the fall
And when I'm sittin' still you can blame the Benadryl and alcohol
As far as the stars are above the boulevard
I keep my feet on the tar with the heat in the cars

Keep the beats in the jar, wait for the time to unleash
And when it comes everybody only gets one a piece
You better learn the words before you try to quote 'em
I'm sittin' on mixed nuts, who wants to hold 'em?

My life ain't as cool as your life
And more than likely I'll be stabbed in my sleep by your wife
So everybody stop askin' me what's wrong
And quit actin' like you don't know the words to my songs

Now let me get a collective amen (amen)
I put tame on the monsters the moment that I came in
I talk to the voices that speak through my headphones
Communicate the life while I decipher all the info

I got styles I ain't even heard yet
Words like rain, it came and left the earth wet
Let it drip-dry, focus eyes on the catalysts
Standin' high in the middle of South Minneapolis

They try to figure it out, they try to break it down
But they're distracted by every accent that's makin' a sound
Grab it by the throat, lift it up and shake it 'round
Till this whole world sees me as a naked clown

And while I'm pullin' on her bra, she's tuggin' on my drawstring
Screamin' and shoutin' to figure out how you lost me
Chewin' up my cigarette and smokin' my gum
Out of respect for your boyfriend, I'll use my thumb

From the start to the done, I never claimed to be right
I quit sleepin', now the day looks the same as the night
And I'm the type of DJ that only plays what I like
A handful of mixed nuts, everyone's takin' a bite

My life ain't as cool as your life
My life ain't as cool as your life
My life ain't as cool as your life
My life ain't as cool as your life

My life ain't as cool as your life
And more than likely I'll be stabbed in my sleep by your wife
So everybody stop askin' me what's wrong
And quit actin' like you don't know the words to my songs

Well I'm OK, I'm just a little mixed up
I'm all right, I'm just a little mixed up
I'm OK, I'm just a little mixed up
Yeah I'm all right, I'm just a little mixed up
I'm OK, I'm just a little mixed up
But I'm all right, I'm just a little mixed up
But I'm OK, I'm just a little mixed up
I'm fixed up, and I'm tryin' to get my dick sucked