Atmosphere - The Future Is Disgusting lyrics
[Atmosphere - The Future Is Disgusting lyrics]
Rock the house and you can wrap your
Lips around my microphone
Spread your wings and fly me home
Find my partner and depart
The party I probably had to love you the hard
Way maybe we was drunk out
Back with the dumpster breath
She know how to treat me like something spesh
Flunk the class but she pass the test she
Got a portrait tattoo of Funkmaster Flex
Girl I'll take you to Egypt for no reason
Other than skeezin' in hotels in regions
That look over scenery pieces
Of history mixing
My semen up with your secrеtions
Hot butter on my breakfast toast
She's still got thе best approach
And don't forget to check those
That never be ghost
And keep your enemies close
If you was a robot I'd lick
You on your touch screen
Later when you act new
I'll holler at your vacuum I think
We're about to get eighty-sixed
They don't appreciate the way we
Kiss give a fuck
What you find Inappropriate? It's not a bar
It's a church your holiness
Now let me get an ahooga
Roll up a joint look like a bazooka
All I know is they try not to show you
How little they actually hold
With their own two ayy I'm the loud balloon
I might howl at the moon in
The middle of the afternoon
Never had a lot never hit a jackpot
Who wanna party with the bad bad dad bod
And I ain't got the time to wonder you never
Know if this will be your last summer
Now go ahead and shut your whole chapped
Lip pucker you bicycle
Seat sniffin' motherfucker
Lips around my microphone
Spread your wings and fly me home
Find my partner and depart
The party I probably had to love you the hard
Way maybe we was drunk out
Back with the dumpster breath
She know how to treat me like something spesh
Flunk the class but she pass the test she
Got a portrait tattoo of Funkmaster Flex
Girl I'll take you to Egypt for no reason
Other than skeezin' in hotels in regions
That look over scenery pieces
Of history mixing
My semen up with your secrеtions
Hot butter on my breakfast toast
She's still got thе best approach
And don't forget to check those
That never be ghost
And keep your enemies close
If you was a robot I'd lick
You on your touch screen
Later when you act new
I'll holler at your vacuum I think
We're about to get eighty-sixed
They don't appreciate the way we
Kiss give a fuck
What you find Inappropriate? It's not a bar
It's a church your holiness
Now let me get an ahooga
Roll up a joint look like a bazooka
All I know is they try not to show you
How little they actually hold
With their own two ayy I'm the loud balloon
I might howl at the moon in
The middle of the afternoon
Never had a lot never hit a jackpot
Who wanna party with the bad bad dad bod
And I ain't got the time to wonder you never
Know if this will be your last summer
Now go ahead and shut your whole chapped
Lip pucker you bicycle
Seat sniffin' motherfucker