Atmosphere - Ode To The Modern Man’s Hustle lyrics

The first time I met the Devil
Was at a Motel 6
She left Hell to spend a weekend
On Earth just for kicks
Sexy little bitch, shorter than expected
About five-foot five
Good and thick in the breast and thighs
Beautiful, dark eyes, a strong stare
Large lips, soft hands and long hair
I said "I'll make you smile for the
Simple fact I'm good at it
I'll make you smile just so I
Can sit and look at it"

I will show you all you need to know
You must hold on to anyone that wants you
And I will love you
Through simple and the struggle
But girl you gotta understand the
Modern man must hustle

Who cares what Jane says
She always spit's the same spit
I'd rather kill the radio and
Listen to the rain hit
Little sister needs seclusion
Somehow she'll discover it through
The pop music
Got used to the feeling of falling
But you'll never see her following
Bouncing back and forth between the
Healing and the hollering
Riding the outer ring of
Your own private Saturn
Thoughts scattered all across the gray matter
Little baby doll
She doesn't know what to say to y'all
The patience is short and of course
The pride is way too tall
Break it all smash the past like
It was made of glass
Ain't no other way to make it last
It hurts to watch Lucy lose a dream
I've had the pleasure of seeing
Our hero kick and scream
And when she calms down
I'll turn the sound down
And put my arms around the
Little lost and found
And I'll tell her that

Hush little lady don't say a word
Or the rest of the village
Gonna know you're disturbed
And if you let 'em
Know that you're vulnerable
Then there ain't no stopping how
Far they open you slow
I'm a chapter in your text book
Read me like a check book
Mistook love at first sight for a sex look
Enough of the blind man's bluff
I want the good stuff
Trying to hook up a full belly and a foot rub
The modern man's hustle, I dig it, I shovel
Feed me your troubles and need me to cuddle
Bundle up in my mitten and coat
As cold as it get I'll
Keep your winter afloat
So let the snow fall (it's coming down)
She doesn't want to understand why
I still come around
She look at the mirror she
Don't see what I see
She holds no history of how precious she be
Lay your head on my chest
Speak of the stress
Kick your feet up and rest before
We clean up the nest
I hate to see you upset
It cramps the position
And if you didn't know you better listen
You better listen 'cause)