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Atmosphere - Shoes Lyrics |
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| Current Rating: None | would you prefer if i removed my uh?
naw, they’re clean, i mean what, you wanna look at the bottom of 'um?
my shoes are clean girl, how 'bout yours?
here we are sittin' on your living room floor
listenin' to some records from your collection
boredom, in-between a coma and an erection
i'm staring at the skin on your shoulder blades
and you don’t take your eyes off my poker face
i'm wasted and your as sober as jehovah
knocking door to door trying to walk road that the mormon’s paved
she was here on your sofa, with a beer on the coaster
she'd've told you that my game was way overplayed
make no mistake, i love the way you taste
like yogurt and some clover cigarettes, girl show me leg
so i'm a go and trade these shoes for roller-skates
cause i'm a stay happy just as long as there’s a whore to pay
but some of us already spent the rent
so we cant be content until there isn’t no more today
those are your shoes, these are my shoes, we've got issues
those are your shoes, these are my shoes, we've got issues
my shoes are muddy girl, how ‘bout yours?
here we are lounging on your bedroom floor
i'm really drunk so i'm looking at your carpet like
man fuck the permit i know where i'm a park tonight
its closing time, the spins are gonna visit me
they're rolling thick like they know they taking victory
but not tonight, right I’m a make some history
get up in your system and direct it like a symphony
let me get to be the man of your mystery
cause them meddling kids don’t understand your sensitivity
show some sympathy, let me kiss your feet
lets talk about a pretty bird and a busy bee
if i live to see fifty i'm a be a tipsy dirty old man
still following my kid beliefs
i know it isn’t really your responsibility
but we'll be straight once i take a hit of listerine
those are your shoes, these are my shoes, we've got issues
those are your shoes, these are my shoes, we've got issues
i cant find my shoes girl, how ‘bout yours?
here i am naked on your bathroom floor
i got faded and you feel asleep
and i’m thanking god that this date was hella cheap
sitting down, trying to keep the liquor down
lights, thoughts, and sounds - everything flickers now
sick now - the whole room twists around
in front of the toilet assume the position to drown
here it comes, whiskey out bounces all over the floor
now i’m sitting in the bitches mound
i’m just a clown and i’m sorry i found it funny
when you tripped over my shoes and hit the ground
didnt know that you would rip your gown
didnt think that you would shout, get so loud, get so wound
yeah i’m drunk but i’m more than a little proud
i’m leaving, fuck the shoes, you keep em
im getting out
those are your shoes, these are my shoes, we've got issues
those are your shoes, these are my shoes, we've got issues
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