Karaoké Trying to Find a Balance Atmosphere

They love the taste of blood

Now I don't know what that means but I know that I mean it

Maybe they're as evil as they seem or maybe I only look out the window when it's scenic

Atmosphere finally made a good record

Yeah right that shit almost sounds convincin'

The last time I felt as sick and contradictive as this was the last time we played a show in Cincy

Get real,they tell me

If only they knew how real this life really gets

They would stop actin' like a silly bitch

They would respect the cock whether or not they believed in it

Doesn't take much and that's messed up

Messed up because these people do a lot of simple shit to impress us

While everyone was tryin' to out-do the last man

I was just a ghost tryin' to catch some Miss Pac-man

Hello ma'am

Would you be interested in some sexual positions and emotional investments

See I'm not insane

In fact I'm kind of rational

When I be askin'

Yo where did all the passion go

East coast, West coast

Down South, Midwest

Nowadays everybody knows how to get fresh

Somebody give me a big yes

God bless America

Yes but she stole the B from Bless

And kept it

Now I'm too fucked up to dance

So Imma sit with my hand down the front of my pants

You can't achieve your goals if you don't take that chance

So go pry open that trunk and get those amps

You know

In the days of Kings and Queens

I was a jester

Treat me like a god or they treat me like a leper

You see me move back and forth between both

I'm tryin' to find a balance

I'm tryin' to build a balance

In the days of Kings and Queens

I was a jester

Treat me like a god or they treat me like a leper

You see me move back and forth between both

I'm tryin' to find a balance

I'm tryin' to find a balance

I'm tryin' to build a balance

I'm tryin' to find a balance

I'm tryin' to build a balance

So now I keep a close eye on my pets

Oh yeah

Because they make most of they moves off of instinct and scents

It's eat, sleep, fuck and self-defense

So straight you can set your clocks and place bets

Wait, let's prey on the blind, deaf, dumb, dead

Hustle, maybe a couple will love what you said

Emcees drag their feet across a big naked land with an empty bag of seed and a fake shake of hand

Yeah I got some last words

Fuck all of y'all

Stop writin' raps and go play volleyball

Gotta journey the world in a hurry 'cos my attorney didn't put enough girls on the jury

Guilty of droppin' these bombs in the city

But I'm innocent

Love is the motive

That's why I'm killin' 'em

Guilty of settin' my fire in all fifty

But I'm innocent

Blame it on my equilibrium

In the days of Kings and Queens

I was a jester

Treat me like a god or they treat me like a leper

You see me move back and forth between both

I'm tryin' to find a balance

I'm tryin' to build a balance

In the days of Kings and Queens

I was a jester

Treat me like a god or they treat me like a leper

You see me move back and forth between both

I'm tryin' to find a balance

I'm tryin' to find a balance

I'm tryin' to build a balance

I'm tryin' to find a balance

I'm tryin' to build a balance

I'm tryin' to find a balance

I'm tryin' to build a balance

I gotta find my balance

I gotta find my balance

Now all my friends are famous

It's either one thing or another

They all don't know what my name is

Probably know both of my brothers

One is a hard workin' savior

The other's a hard workin' soldier

I'm just your next-door neighbor workin' hard at tryin' to stay sober

You wait for the car at the corner

Pretend like you know what the plot is

Won't quit 'till I hit California and make you my Golden State goddess