Atmosphere

Atmosphere - Party Over Here lyrics

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Party over here, fuck you over there 



And there she blows

Slip into the bathroom, lock the door

Sniffing like a vacuum 

And I know that it ain't nobodies business

But last time she was in there for twenty minutes

Her roommate Ruth sitting at that booth

Sucking on that wine like she's gonna find the truth 

Just wait 'till her lips turn blood red

She'll fall in love with whoever, 'nuff said

And that's Johnson 

He's always on some agro frat bro gangsta stompin'

Acts like he's the only white boy from Compton 

If real G's show up, the attitude is gone

Jill forgot that they agreed no coke

Cause Jacks on the couch passed out with his mouth open

Led Zepplin, Stairway To Heaven

Stay in step cause anyone can have a weapon

Just like Chad, real white trash

Short fuse quick to put his foot up your ass 

Heads up, that's his wife Rebecca 

And I advise you to try not to smile at her

And lets all have deep conversation

Alcohol and dialogue perfect combination

Throw in a cokehead or a pothead 

Just cant stop them thought provoking topics

Look somebody puked in the fridge

Ain't that great, its where the beer lives

The music's too loud to hear the fire alarm

And imma set a fire if you don't change the song

C'mon



Nothing but love 

Yeah there was a party, many people came through

Standing on the wall, cause that's what I do

Small-talk shot dialogue push snooze

Defense mechon cause I got a lotta shoes {issues}

The moment got stolen by a lady in red

With a campaign slogan about the straight edge

But her sentence is broken

Her focus a fraction

The ash on her Camels at an inch and a half

And her voice starts to crack

And her head starts to twitch

And Ant looks at me like, “What's up with this bitch?”

I can tell by the stains and the way she complains

That pills ain't to blame and it ain't cocaine

Shes had too, too, too much coffee



Nate must have drank a lot of Black Label

Tryin' to play the Rottwieler under the table

Now light another cigarette off of the stove

Both ya'll drunk, which one of ya'll drove

These people need to stay off the sauce

Im shocked that the neighbors ain't called the cops

The music, the drunk, the fights out front 

And half of these kids ain't near twenty one

Who's party is this, who's home is this

How'd I get here man, I do grownup shit

Let me know when your games are all done

Cause I can't fuck with these games you call fun



Have fun 



Party over here, fuck you over there 









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