"They Call It" lyrics - ATMOSPHERE
Don't you love it madly when it sleeps in your basement
On some gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today shit
And don't you love the way that you can relate
To everything your favorite rapper has to say about your hatred
Get a hobby now why they wanna watch me in some hotel lobby
Getting sloppy with this pillow built mommy
Probably never be global like Tupac
But the local boys keep my shit hard in they jukebox
Sittin' here pretending I'm not tipsy
Watching over sensitive hippies
Use my records for they dog frisbees
Be a good little fishy
And book me a ticket to your city
So your girlfriend'll kiss me
I'm the bee that came to pollinate the flower
Make a meal borrow a towel and take a shower
It's called love in return they bake bread
Pay dollars, make bets
Catch buzz, give head
They call it love and I get plenty of it
The rich kids burn it, my broke people dub it
They call it hate and I get plenty of it
The snakes always wanna put your name where they tongue splits
They call it love and I get plenty of it
Give hugs to the public put plugs in the budget
They call it hate and I get plenty of it
But they know who to call when they want the party jumpin'
We bust in to your system search through the evidence
Opening hoping to find why you love your residence
Put your fists up, put your chips up
Act a kid act adult or get your fabric ripped up
They said like what? Like they didn't know me
6 foot 3 ugly mug and simple flow (like that, like that)
And a bottle of jimmy beam (peace)
My name is slug and I'm down with the winning team
They wanna kill my steam I didn't care
Just lead me to the fiti with the pretty hair
Jumping up and down with the passion of a battle
Jester of the kingdom see me amalgamate [?] the castle
Sean is such an asshole naw I'm a dickhead
Stealing cigarettes from the rest of the mislead
And join me avoid me do what you must do
But man up and understand why they don't love you
They call it love and I get plenty of it
The rich kids burn it, my broke people dub it
They call it hate and I get plenty of it
The snakes always wanna put your name where they tongue splits
They call it love and I get plenty of it
Give hugs to the public put plugs in the budget
They call it hate and I get plenty of it
But they know who to call when they want the party jumpin'
Looking through your pinhole
Who you gonna insult
Atmosphere up in here
Yeah where'd your grin go
Got a sock of nickels and quarters
For unsupportive cocksmokers that wanna ripple these waters
You hate to love it
Keep changing up the subject
Still ain't saying nothing
We knew you that would jump ships
Get back inside your magic pumpkin you puppet
'Cause all you got left in your life is a big what if
No names just pertains to a flock of you
The fuck you gonna do when no one's watchin you
Sweep up the fuck-ups
Tighten up the lug nuts
Let your world turn with no concern for what slug does
I'm not number 1
I'm just my mothers son
No regrets show respect what's done is done
I understand why your so discouraged
Now show your love like it was when you was discouraged
They call it love and I get plenty of it
The rich kids burn it, my broke people dub it
They call it hate and I get plenty of it
The snakes always wanna put your name where they tongue splits
They call it love and I get plenty of it
Give hugs to the public put plugs in the budget
They call it hate and I get plenty of it
But they know who to call when they want the party jumpin'
