Let Me Know That You Know What You Want Now (Instrumental) - Atmosphere

Do you want respect, or do you want truth?

Life's too short to be afraid of the dark

And we don't stop after making the mark

Separate your chest from your heart

To help everybody wag your tail with a lot less bark

Put the costume angst away

I was born on the year of the razorblade

I'm in the back corner of a one way train

This storm ain't nothing but Sunday rain

Let's go

(Do you want respect, or do you want truth?)

Get a taste of your soul when you hold breath

(Do you want respect, or do you want truth?)

We act like we got a whole lot of road left

(Do you want respect, or do you want truth?)

So don't mind if I drive with the top down

(Do you want respect, or do you want truth?)

Let me know that you know what you want now

Earthbound, aim for the soft spot

So much purpose I walk like a molotov

Shot glass, rock hard, penetrate nonstop

Cops on the way with the bomb squad

Now let it be known

We're trying to get ahead before we get a headstone

But a rich man still face death alone

That's why we turn up the touch and connect the tone

Get shown

Dashboard ain't clean as it was

Back before I first took the last seat on this bus

But the children dance when we beat the drums

And they still understand why we speak in tongues

All city, American built

A pocket full of cash take care of the guilt

The crabs all crash in a barrell of milk

But when they clear the snow I'mma steer the Seville

It goes, look for the sign, wait for the right time

A lifetime to outlive the night time

And when the paint chips fall

Gonna find my name on the wall with the crown in the skyline

I keep bad on the back of my mind

I'm an average guy, I just happen to fly

Supernatural high and I'm laughing inside

One nation with a capital I

Come on

Everybody wanna be the next to blow

So let it flow, so fresh it grow

Just to let you know I could let you go, ho ho

Millenium Do-Re-Mi-So-Fa-La-Ti-Do-Do

Everybody's difficult, everybody's simple

We all on death row, we all gon' tip toe

I run with kleptos, I still wear big clothes

Hold my dick the way you hold your crystals

Pissing in the middle of nowhere

Fishing in a lake full of frozen tears

I'm like a polar bear from the Southside of over there

I disappear into the open air, Atmosphere

Get a taste of your soul when you hold breath

We act like we got a whole lot of road left