Round and Round - ATMOSPHERE

Round and round, upside down

Living my life underneath the ground

Round and round, upside down

Living my life underneath the ground

Round and round, upside down

Living my life underneath the ground

Round and round, upside down

Living my life underneath the ground

I never had the skills that it took to sell weed

I was too generous, too understanding of your needs

As far as school, I lacked the motivation for the occupation Preparation

Guess I’ll never catch that bacon

I need to find a duty doing sales or some shit

Cause I was always good at talking people into dumb shit

Fuck it, just program some drums

I’ll be honest to myself and take the wealth if it comes

Run baby, run baby

Because its metro its destined to ruin

Let go of that echo, baby what are you pursuing?

Priorities are twisted and heads not on straight

I think I’m gonna pop if I don’t stop and take a long break

And find time to reflect, I need to take a second

Quit breaking my neck to get this fat paycheck

Because money is the root of all people

Ayo most people are evil so I’m on a roof shooting at bald eagles

Adrenaline, mescaline, ephedrine and apple sauce

Ain’t no way to hang a platinum records on these padded walls

Every man’s a faggot and all women are sluts

So I’m a whore out my love for all a y’all to shake your butts and

Round and round, upside down

Living my life underneath the ground

Round and round, upside down

Living my life underneath the ground

Round and round, upside down

Living my life underneath the ground

Round and round, upside down

Living my life underneath the ground

Somewhat exotic how a lotta these cats went about it

And when they got crowded let the boundaries clouded

I doubt that if they only knew how I was coming through

Probably be the oasis they was running to

Fashion, the lifestyle, around the fashions and lifestyles

Of entities you don’t know much less trust judgment

Judgmental, the soldier with the common pencil

So say what’s up when you see me on the bus

Ayo, the worst is yet to come, in fact its on its way

You better go and get you some before there ain’t no more today

And hey I’ll be just fine, trying to bust rhymes

Got my eye on my son and my hand on my nine o' clock

The clock stops, for everybody that you know that got shot

And eight o' clock the seconds get hesitant for every cat that went in an

accident

And seven o' clock time stands still for everyman killed by the planet’s build

Consumed by the elements, water, earth, wind, fire

When I die I wanna go like that, fuck the devil’s development

Round and round, upside down

Living my life underneath the ground

Round and round, upside down

Living my life underneath the ground

Round and round, upside down

Living my life underneath the ground

Round and round, upside down

Living my life…

(Get down)

Run away, come away from the land of Sodom and Gomorrah

Run away, come away from the land of the sinking sand

Run away, come away from the land of Sodom and Gomorrah

Run away, come away from the land of the sinking sand

Run away, come away from the land of Sodom and Gomorrah

Run away, come away from the land of the sinking sand

Run away, come away from the land of Sodom and Gomorrah

Run away, come away from the land of the sinking sand

Round and round, upside down

Living my life underneath the ground

Round and round, upside down

Living my life underneath the ground

Round and round, upside down

Living my life underneath the ground

Round and round, upside down

Living my life underneath the ground