Trying To Find A Balance Lyrics
| Song | Trying To Find A Balance |
| Artist | Atmosphere |
| Album | Seven's Travels |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ant, Slug | |
| [Slug]They love the taste of blood | |
| Now I don't know what that means, but | |
| I know that | |
| I mean itMaybe they're as evil as they seem | |
| Or maybe I only look out the window when it's scenic"Atmosphere finally made a good record." | |
| Yeah right, that shit almost sounds convincing | |
| The last time | |
| I felt a sinking contradictive as this | |
| Was the last time we played a show in | |
| Cinnci'"Get real." they tell me | |
| If only they knew how real this life really gets | |
| They would stop acting like a silly bitch | |
| They would respect the cock whether or not they believed in it | |
| Doesn't take much and that's messed up | |
| Because these people do a lot of simple shit to impress us | |
| While everyone was trying to out-do the last man | |
| I was just a ghost trying to catch some | |
| Mrs. Pac-Man | |
| Hello ma'am, would you be interested | |
| In some sexual positions and emotional investments | |
| See, I'm not insane, in fact | |
| I'm kind of rational | |
| When I be askin', "Yo, where did all the passion go?" | |
| East coast, | |
| West coast, down | |
| South, Midwest | |
| Nowadays everybody knows how to get fresh | |
| Somebody give me a big yes (YES!) | |
| God Bless | |
| America, but she stole the | |
| B from "Bless" (Accept it) | |
| Now I'm too ****ed up to dance | |
| So I'ma sit with my hand down the front of my pants | |
| You can't achieve your goals if you don't take that chance | |
| So go pry open that trunk and get those amps (You know!)[Chorus x2] | |
| In the days of | |
| Kings and | |
| Queens I was a jester | |
| Treat me like a | |
| God, oh they treat me like a leper | |
| You see me move back and forth between both | |
| I'm trying to find a balance | |
| I'm trying to build a balance[Slug] | |
| So now I keep a close eye on my pets | |
| Because they make most of they moves off of instinct and sense | |
| It's eat, sleep, **** in self defense | |
| So straight you can set your clocks and place bets | |
| Wait, let's prey on blind, deaf, dumb, dead | |
| Hustle, maybe a couple will love what you said | |
| Emcees drag their feet across a big naked land | |
| With an empty bag of seed and a fake shake of hands | |
| Yeah I got some last words, | |
| **** ALL O | |
| F YA'LL!Stop writin' raps and go play volleyball | |
| Gotta journey the world in a hurry | |
| Cause my attorney didn't put enough girls on the jury | |
| Guilty of droppin' these bombs in the city | |
| But I'm innocent, love is the motive that's why you're killin 'em | |
| Guilty of settin' my fire in all fifty | |
| But I'm innocent, blame it on my equilibrium[Chorus x2] | |
| In the days of | |
| Kings and | |
| Queens I was a jester | |
| Treat me like a | |
| God, oh they treat me like a leper | |
| You see me move back and forth between both | |
| I'm trying to find a balance | |
| I'm trying to build a balance | |
| I gotta find my balance | |
| I gotta find my balance[Slug] | |
| Now all my friends are famous | |
| It's either one thing or another | |
| They all don't know what my name is | |
| Probably know both of my brothers | |
| The one is a hard workin' savior | |
| The other's a hard workin' soldier | |
| I'm just your next door neighbor | |
| Workin' hard at tryin' to stay sober | |
| You wait for the car at the corner | |
| Pretend like you know what the pot is | |
| Won't quit till | |
| I hit California | |
| And make you my | |
| Golden State goddess |
| zuo ci : Ant, Slug | |
| Slug They love the taste of blood | |
| Now I don' t know what that means, but | |
| I know that | |
| I mean itMaybe they' re as evil as they seem | |
| Or maybe I only look out the window when it' s scenic" Atmosphere finally made a good record." | |
| Yeah right, that shit almost sounds convincing | |
| The last time | |
| I felt a sinking contradictive as this | |
| Was the last time we played a show in | |
| Cinnci'" Get real." they tell me | |
| If only they knew how real this life really gets | |
| They would stop acting like a silly bitch | |
| They would respect the cock whether or not they believed in it | |
| Doesn' t take much and that' s messed up | |
| Because these people do a lot of simple shit to impress us | |
| While everyone was trying to outdo the last man | |
| I was just a ghost trying to catch some | |
| Mrs. PacMan | |
| Hello ma' am, would you be interested | |
| In some sexual positions and emotional investments | |
| See, I' m not insane, in fact | |
| I' m kind of rational | |
| When I be askin', " Yo, where did all the passion go?" | |
| East coast, | |
| West coast, down | |
| South, Midwest | |
| Nowadays everybody knows how to get fresh | |
| Somebody give me a big yes YES! | |
| God Bless | |
| America, but she stole the | |
| B from " Bless" Accept it | |
| Now I' m too ed up to dance | |
| So I' ma sit with my hand down the front of my pants | |
| You can' t achieve your goals if you don' t take that chance | |
| So go pry open that trunk and get those amps You know! Chorus x2 | |
| In the days of | |
| Kings and | |
| Queens I was a jester | |
| Treat me like a | |
| God, oh they treat me like a leper | |
| You see me move back and forth between both | |
| I' m trying to find a balance | |
| I' m trying to build a balance Slug | |
| So now I keep a close eye on my pets | |
| Because they make most of they moves off of instinct and sense | |
| It' s eat, sleep, in self defense | |
| So straight you can set your clocks and place bets | |
| Wait, let' s prey on blind, deaf, dumb, dead | |
| Hustle, maybe a couple will love what you said | |
| Emcees drag their feet across a big naked land | |
| With an empty bag of seed and a fake shake of hands | |
| Yeah I got some last words, | |
| ALL O | |
| F YA' LL! Stop writin' raps and go play volleyball | |
| Gotta journey the world in a hurry | |
| Cause my attorney didn' t put enough girls on the jury | |
| Guilty of droppin' these bombs in the city | |
| But I' m innocent, love is the motive that' s why you' re killin ' em | |
| Guilty of settin' my fire in all fifty | |
| But I' m innocent, blame it on my equilibrium Chorus x2 | |
| In the days of | |
| Kings and | |
| Queens I was a jester | |
| Treat me like a | |
| God, oh they treat me like a leper | |
| You see me move back and forth between both | |
| I' m trying to find a balance | |
| I' m trying to build a balance | |
| I gotta find my balance | |
| I gotta find my balance Slug | |
| Now all my friends are famous | |
| It' s either one thing or another | |
| They all don' t know what my name is | |
| Probably know both of my brothers | |
| The one is a hard workin' savior | |
| The other' s a hard workin' soldier | |
| I' m just your next door neighbor | |
| Workin' hard at tryin' to stay sober | |
| You wait for the car at the corner | |
| Pretend like you know what the pot is | |
| Won' t quit till | |
| I hit California | |
| And make you my | |
| Golden State goddess |
| zuò cí : Ant, Slug | |
| Slug They love the taste of blood | |
| Now I don' t know what that means, but | |
| I know that | |
| I mean itMaybe they' re as evil as they seem | |
| Or maybe I only look out the window when it' s scenic" Atmosphere finally made a good record." | |
| Yeah right, that shit almost sounds convincing | |
| The last time | |
| I felt a sinking contradictive as this | |
| Was the last time we played a show in | |
| Cinnci'" Get real." they tell me | |
| If only they knew how real this life really gets | |
| They would stop acting like a silly bitch | |
| They would respect the cock whether or not they believed in it | |
| Doesn' t take much and that' s messed up | |
| Because these people do a lot of simple shit to impress us | |
| While everyone was trying to outdo the last man | |
| I was just a ghost trying to catch some | |
| Mrs. PacMan | |
| Hello ma' am, would you be interested | |
| In some sexual positions and emotional investments | |
| See, I' m not insane, in fact | |
| I' m kind of rational | |
| When I be askin', " Yo, where did all the passion go?" | |
| East coast, | |
| West coast, down | |
| South, Midwest | |
| Nowadays everybody knows how to get fresh | |
| Somebody give me a big yes YES! | |
| God Bless | |
| America, but she stole the | |
| B from " Bless" Accept it | |
| Now I' m too ed up to dance | |
| So I' ma sit with my hand down the front of my pants | |
| You can' t achieve your goals if you don' t take that chance | |
| So go pry open that trunk and get those amps You know! Chorus x2 | |
| In the days of | |
| Kings and | |
| Queens I was a jester | |
| Treat me like a | |
| God, oh they treat me like a leper | |
| You see me move back and forth between both | |
| I' m trying to find a balance | |
| I' m trying to build a balance Slug | |
| So now I keep a close eye on my pets | |
| Because they make most of they moves off of instinct and sense | |
| It' s eat, sleep, in self defense | |
| So straight you can set your clocks and place bets | |
| Wait, let' s prey on blind, deaf, dumb, dead | |
| Hustle, maybe a couple will love what you said | |
| Emcees drag their feet across a big naked land | |
| With an empty bag of seed and a fake shake of hands | |
| Yeah I got some last words, | |
| ALL O | |
| F YA' LL! Stop writin' raps and go play volleyball | |
| Gotta journey the world in a hurry | |
| Cause my attorney didn' t put enough girls on the jury | |
| Guilty of droppin' these bombs in the city | |
| But I' m innocent, love is the motive that' s why you' re killin ' em | |
| Guilty of settin' my fire in all fifty | |
| But I' m innocent, blame it on my equilibrium Chorus x2 | |
| In the days of | |
| Kings and | |
| Queens I was a jester | |
| Treat me like a | |
| God, oh they treat me like a leper | |
| You see me move back and forth between both | |
| I' m trying to find a balance | |
| I' m trying to build a balance | |
| I gotta find my balance | |
| I gotta find my balance Slug | |
| Now all my friends are famous | |
| It' s either one thing or another | |
| They all don' t know what my name is | |
| Probably know both of my brothers | |
| The one is a hard workin' savior | |
| The other' s a hard workin' soldier | |
| I' m just your next door neighbor | |
| Workin' hard at tryin' to stay sober | |
| You wait for the car at the corner | |
| Pretend like you know what the pot is | |
| Won' t quit till | |
| I hit California | |
| And make you my | |
| Golden State goddess |
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