Atmosphere Trying to Find a Balance lyrics

Atmosphere
Miscellaneous
Trying to Find a Balance
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 its scenic
'Atmosphere finally made a good record'
Yeah, right, that shit almost sounds convincing
The last time I felt as sick and contradictive as this
Was the last time we played a show in Cinci'
'Get Real' they tell me
If only they knew how real this life really gets
They would stop acting like a silly bitch
They would respect the cock
Whether or not they believed in it

It doesn't take much and that's messed up
Because these people do a lot of simple shit to impress us
While everyone was trying to out-do the last man
I was just a ghost trying to catch some Ms. 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 kinda 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 [yes]
God bless america but she stole the b from bless [accept it]
Now I'm too fucked up to dance
So I'm gonna 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

CHORUS
In the days of kings and queens i was a jester
Treat me like a god Oh they treat me like a lepor
You see me move back and forth between both
I'm trying 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 Oh they treat me like a lepor
You see me move back and forth between both

I'm trying to find a balance
I'm trying to find a balance
I'm trying to build a balance
I'm trying to find a balance
I'm trying to build a balance

So now I keep a close eye on my pets
Because they make most of their moves off of instinct and sex
Its eat, sleep, fuck in self defence
So straight you can set your clocks and place bets
Lets pray on the blind, deaf, dumb, dead
Hustle, maybe a couple will love what you said
MC's try to feed across a picnic
With an empty bag of seed and a fake shake of hands
Yeah I got some last words, 'Fuck all y'all'
Stop writin' raps and go play volleyball
Gotta turn-y the world in a hurry
Cuz 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 thats why we're killin' them
Guilty of settin' my fire in all fifty
but I'm innocent
Blame it on my equilibrium

CHORUS

I gotta find my balance
Gotta find my balance

Now all my friends are famous
It's either one thing or another
Y'all don't know what my name is
Prob'ly know of all my brothers
One is a hard workin' savior
The other is a hard workin' soldier
I'm just a next door neighbor
Workin hard and tryin' to stay sober
Wait for the car at the corner
Pretend like you know what the fire is
Wont quit 'til I hit california
Make you make my golden state goddess