"Atlanta" lyrics
(feat. Gibby Haynes)
"There are those who were born to be winners, and then there are these guys."
Black sheep, part of the sun, dirty A breathin', havin' fun
Block motor, on his side, fucking cut, you gonna ride
Another pretty, in a cage, Northside Drive, gorgeous day
Dirty shoes, at the spot, watch me do it, time to shout
Why you bring it out, my brother? Just trying to get me right
I don't need no fucking drama, goddamn, goddamn, in a fight
Why'd you get me under cover? Why'd you get me in your sights?
You don't like me, motherfucker, think it's so funny, have my knife
Black sheep, part of the sun, dope sick, 20 to run
(You're living all over)
Fates, clamps, look at the stars, 38 under, new to the yard
(You're living all over)
Feats, shots, lots of fun, two in the face, what are the odds?
(You're living all over)
Why'd you bring it out, my brother? I'm just trying to get me right
I don't need no fucking drama, goddamn, goddamn, in a fight
Why'd you get me under cover? Why'd you get me in your sights?
You don't like me, motherfucker, think it's so funny, have my knife
"Yeah, 911? This white fella just got shot. He's going to Ralph David Abernathy and Robert E. Lee. He's lyin' in the middle of the street and he's bleedin' like a son of a bitch!"
EMT let's count to thirty CPR await your verdict die or with a candy pattern license plate with people saying Mardi raffle flying saucer lava lamp and count your losses side a breach I'll count the way and lead it through a mutilator
Comin' out of a faster on a standing corner grateful junkies razor blades and rolling papers Santa claus and friendly rapists basketball and acid dropping all the type of Bible dropping free to district in the center ecstasy on Erowid
"You don't, you don't hear any songbirds around here. They're so beautiful, bound-up, motionless... It's like they're in a goddamn dream. Hahahahahahahaha"
Black sheep, part of the sun, dirty A breathin', havin' fun
Block motor, on his side, fucking cut, you gonna ride
Another pretty, in a cage, Northside Drive, gorgeous day
Dirty shoes, at the spot, watch me do it, time to shout
Why you bring it out, my brother? Just trying to get me right
I don't need no fucking drama, goddamn, goddamn, in a fight
Why'd you get me under cover? Why'd you get me in your sights?
You don't like me, motherfucker, think it's so funny, have my knife
Black sheep, part of the sun, dope sick, 20 to run
(You're living all over)
Fates, clamps, look at the stars, 38 under, new to the yard
(You're living all over)
Feats, shots, lots of fun, two in the face, what are the odds?
(You're living all over)
Why'd you bring it out, my brother? I'm just trying to get me right
I don't need no fucking drama, goddamn, goddamn, in a fight
Why'd you get me under cover? Why'd you get me in your sights?
You don't like me, motherfucker, think it's so funny, have my knife
"Yeah, 911? This white fella just got shot. He's going to Ralph David Abernathy and Robert E. Lee. He's lyin' in the middle of the street and he's bleedin' like a son of a bitch!"
EMT let's count to thirty CPR await your verdict die or with a candy pattern license plate with people saying Mardi raffle flying saucer lava lamp and count your losses side a breach I'll count the way and lead it through a mutilator
Comin' out of a faster on a standing corner grateful junkies razor blades and rolling papers Santa claus and friendly rapists basketball and acid dropping all the type of Bible dropping free to district in the center ecstasy on Erowid
"You don't, you don't hear any songbirds around here. They're so beautiful, bound-up, motionless... It's like they're in a goddamn dream. Hahahahahahahaha"
