Atmosphere - She Don't Know Why She Love It Lyrics
[Verse 1]Liar, you don't live nothing like your photoSoft like a marshmallow, heart pumps cocoaI put my hood up to look like a cobraMinnesota make moves like a pokerNo joker, shake up the snow globeBlow me on a roller coaster at ComoI'm at the grocery store in my bathrobeBad bad daddy and I still ain't plateauedSouthsider, pied piperSettin' traps for the rats in the choirBig Slug got love for hireWith the turntables up on the drum riserNow let your momma admire this rhyme writerWhile I catch last dance at the LamplighterDon't ever fight the desire to kill a spiderIf it bit the hand of a vampire[Hook](She don't know why she love it)I'm on top of the worldWatch the waves(She don't know why she love it)I'm at a truck stop, about to cop some shades(She don't know why she love it)I'm at the horse track, blacked out backstage(She don't know why she love it)There's a time and place to stop riding the brakes(She don't know why she love it)[Verse 2]Everything looks blurry to usWe not certain what we workin' to touchMight remind you of an ordinary person butI'm the shit, I get followed by a courtesy flushCompel, the clienteleTo get in line and smell what I'm tryna to sellAnd if I cry it's not a cry for helpI live my life like I'm alive and wellSo what if I, could justify the jump just to flyWhat if we don't get another try? Skydive to surviveHands up high we about to go liveThe first to hate it is just the last to taste itI'm tryna see past your makeshiftFace mask made of cheap masking tapeSedate and then we amputate[Hook](She don't know why she love it)I'm on top of the worldWatch the waves(She don't know why she love it)I'm at a truck stop, about to cop some shades(She don't know why she love it)I'm at the horse track, blacked out backstage(She don't know why she love it)There's a time and place to stop riding the brakes(She don't know why she love it)[Outro]So you mad now?So you mad now?I can see it in your eyes all that pain weighing heavy (Ha)Cause it's my way obvious, one fifty down the highway (***** it)She don't know why she love it
