Millennium Dodo 2-Atmosphere

Millennium Dodo 2 - Atmosphere [Slug] Never run of the mill when I shoot the pill I'm a son of a spill, I've got boots to fill Showed up with a deuce-deuce of swill and a guardian angel on my Coupe de Ville Shark in the lake, heart strike the drum Mark landscape with a dart-like tongue Spit my blood from deep in the gut Smoking cigarette butts with my fingerless gloves Pull over at the welcome sign and raise a toast to those that fell behind Everybody else got a crippled spine from tryna take it back to a simple time Keep a little pine tree, hang from my rearview Beats turned up just enough not to hear you Gonna swim till the fins get torn I shall return, keep the engine warm [Chorus] Millennium Dodo Pull out your telephone and take you a photo You didn't know? Better read the logo You don't wanna play around and get ocho Recline like I don't care The world is mine and I ain't gon' share Now everybody blow smoke in the air I keep my eyes on the road, but I know that you stare [Slug] Now I was at the party sleeping on the couch when I decided to grab a bottle of something and bounce I'd rather be by myself than have to navigate another fake cry for help On the beaten path with a bandaged fist to represent the last half of the damn I give Play me in slow-mo', fly like a blimp Millennium Dodo, drive with a limp Windows down, heater blasting Got my coffee but I need some aspirin Watch me merge into speeding traffic with the truck-stop plastic, cheap sunglasses Show respect You broke down on the side of the road, wanna choke my neck I've got a glovebox full of stolen checks and I drink moonshine that the chrome reflects [Chorus] [Slug] Flannel, look like a farmer Underneath camo, look like a hunter With that ski mask, look like a robber Sleeping in the barn with the doctor's daughter Got stories to wax, pour me a glass I run with the ghosts of warriors past South side, call it pop life Y'all catch frostbite waiting at a stoplight All over the map we get festive It's a matter of class You can tell by my lack of attractive skeptics You just mad at my moustache Hey girl, we'll always have Memphis But right now, I want breakfast With the pedal to the metal till we hit West Texas then cross to Mexico to see my dentist [Chorus]