Atmosphere - It Goes lyrics

Now, when you come to apply for a job
Don't tell 'em you're homeless
Cause I promise they won't hire you
And if they like your songs
Just nod your head and play along
Never tell 'em what inspired you
I bet my fans know me
Better than my friends do
Because my friends don't pay
That much attention
The fans memorize every single sentence
Which makes them far too smart
To ever start a friendship
I need to start writing pieces
About other people's problems
Cause the strangers are starting
To get worried i'm in a hurry to try to
Slow the system down a bit
And find happiness before I hit thirty
OK, OK, I've said too much
I wear my heart on my sleeve


When all I need to do is write a hit
Somebody shoulda showed me how to
Shut up and breathe
Cause there's a time and place
To bite your lip it goes peace to Fobia
For the boots made for walking
Now if only Best Buy could break
Me off with a Walkman
Everything would be fine
I could spend time smiling
Instead of pulling a sad
Clown around this island
I've got no suggestions
Well, maybe one: Leave my type alone
When you decide to touch that microphone
See, me and you we on different pages
We're in different stages
We've got different favorites
I'mma let you do your thing
Just as long as your thing
Ain't got a single thing to do with
Me and what I'm trying to bring
But if my name crosses your lips
You better guard your tongue
Pardon me, give me my respect
And keep it all in fun
If I had extra time I'd walk
Around and shake everybody's hand
Like, "How you doing my man?"
But I'm not allowed
I'm trying to beat the clock now
So I'm out, right after I rock this crowd

It goes: ola ola olaaa (yeah) ola ola olaaa

It goes: one two three four five
Six seven eight nine ten
And all I ever wanted out
Of live was rhymin'
Either from me or an innocent bystander
I wasn't that picky
Just give it to me quickly
Whatever it takes, to cook these cakes
You wanna hear your voice but don't
Know nothing 'bout the breaks
And it's obvious you haven't
Found your place
Got me askin', 'Who is he?"
"How did he end up in my city?"
I'm the crocodile that the
Trucker tried to wrestle
I'm the main ingredient
From yesterday's special
Close the hole and push that level
I'll chop the head off the devil
And I'll throw it at you
And I'll be damned if I
Ever climb another tree from here on
The squirrels and birds can come to me
From sun to sun and from she to she
(Girl, they call me Slug
Do you wanna make love?)
Now all the leaders in the place
Throw your hands in the air
All the feeders in the house
Throw your hands in the air
All the thinkers here tonight
Put your hands in the air anybody we forgot
You can stand there and stare
Yeah, you remember, tracksmart
Off to a bad start
The weight I used to carry
Got buried in the backyard
Caught between a scotch and
A cinnamon Pop Tart
The bell doesn't work, foo
You better knock hard
Line by line, I'm doing fine
I design my mind for my time
And when my kind does leave behind
They'll find that I was the
One that died trying
I would never trade the way I
Am for the way I'm not
My crew is kinda popular
We get to play a lot
And my son thinks that I am
The coolest thing in the world
Cause he's still too young to
Fall in love with girls