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Sammy Kershaw F/ Lorrie Morgan - Текст песни Onemosphere
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 Atmosphere... Atmosphere.... Atmosphere
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 Atmosphere and maybe you don't like us
 But of all the stars in the sky believe we're one of the brightest
 My life is as tright as your favorite rap record
 And I'm possed with that insight that enables me to laugh better
 From the last letter back to the A come around my way
 Out of the wrapping paper with out the fucking holiday
 Can't never be captured they can toy with my shell
 But only after they walk on my backwards through b-boy hell
 From hear on out the sun rises at noon thirty
 And didn't quit pressing till the whole f-ing room heard me
 Soon the birdy will fly with or with out the wings
 As strange as the equator, as nosy as the outscenes
 Let the poppers pop let the breakers break
 Make the dj's and the assholes and all the rappers snakes
 Well most graph writers are wierdos now a days
 So I hang out with myself and a rafter and a belt
 Every chapter that I happen to skim
 Appears if it must of been written by me or the brothers grimSammy Kershaw F/ Lorrie Morgan - Onemosphere - http://ru.motolyrics.com/sammy-kershaw-f-lorrie-morgan/onemosphere-lyrics.html
 And the moral to the story comes equipped with a sting
 Once again I'm picked for the wrong fucking scene (fucking scene)
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 Now I'm sleeping on floors of temporary friends
 But I'm keeping the store front as clean as I can
 And I'm sweeping the sky for today's revelation
 And I'm needing some time and some proper ventillation
 And I'm building a house for everyone to hold
 And I'm filling your mouth with the keys to my soul
 And your spitting me out piece together the puzzle
 You got to get it all out while your learning how to juggle
 And the bricks weigh more then they led you to believe
 Remember never let nobody leave you to believe
 September was the first time I had to breathe
 So I learned to hate harvest, started at a trick up it's sleave
 Not fucking with the jones'es, I guess that I been jones'en so much
 nothing gets noticed but the mess
 And I've spoken my stress through and empty beer can
 And it goes one Minnesota, two Minnesota, three
 And Atmosphere.....










