Atmosphere - Which Way is Up? lyrics

[Slug] He woke up, sweat got him soaked up Looking like he spent the night getting hosed up Smoke a bu*t, lit it off the stove and rush your focus up When they breaking bread they never broke enough Just another day of waiting for tomorrow Situations got him pacing at the crossroads Staccato Face full of nostrils Heart beating like you getting chased on that cop show He's sick of getting cut short on the stick again They sittin' pretty, but won't let the business in Projectin' bricks of aggression Protect your section, don't covet the next man's I know you frustrated, must hate it Maybe stuck in the ditch when the revolution's updated Some make it and get upgraded Every little prick wanna f** Lady Luck bu*t-naked That's why I overreact Like you opened your lap and gave birth to a swarm of rats Somebody should have warned your a**: Its worse to crash than to run outta gas [Aesop] Go real [Slug] Forever stuck like a tattoo [Aesop] No meal [Slug] Go check your gut and snap-to [Aesop] Don't feel [Slug] Getting up under a bad move [Aesop] So deal [Slug] Get the f** outta the vacuum CHORUS (x2) [Aesop] Go real [Slug] Can't thief advantage of [Aesop] No meal [Slug] Can't eat handshakes and hugs [Aesop] Don't feel [Slug] Can't sleep so take them d** [Aesop] So deal [Slug] Can't see which way is up [Aesop] Boar's head helmet, long in the tooth I walk a three-headed dog, I call him "Duck, Duck, Goose" Ooze through the cookie isle hands down marvelous Possibly escorting hundred-handers outta Tartarus Man's damp claws stack adorable cash And flip a cardboard crown like a spork in the mash Stone-walling Two knees knock on a tucked tail Swan song wrong, flower-topped thumbnails Pop the mop one hotel robe and a Plymouth duster Eighty sixed from his given infrastructure Beard to his feet that filter his Hail Mary's In the company of cartoon stars and canaries Kid Schroeder, ivories picked over Parts marched out to sea on sick shoulders Broadcast images of 3D art littering the diagonal arrow on your bleeding heart sticker People of Earth, we are not as we are seeming The radio is on but the dialogue isn't breathing That's why my people drive along leaning Back into the fires that forged the whole evening, speeding [Slug] Go real [Aesop] Cruisers get excited on the turnpike [Slug] No meal [Aesop] Ticket, no brakes, no birthright [Slug] Don't feel [Aesop] Nothing. Sleep days, work nights [Slug] So deal [Aesop] And stay the f** outta the search lights CHORUS (x2) Go real No meal Don't feel So deal