• 标题:Panic Attack
  • 歌手:Atmosphere
  • 专辑:You Can't Imagine How Much Fun We're Having
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    Atmosphere - Panic Attack


    Little momma got a little pill to swallow
    A little water to follow it down the tunnel
    Gotta lotta walls but the house is hollow
    Got a lot of holes, never found the shovel
    Panic attack, so what's the plan of attack?
    You had to be had. You cut in half. You had to react
    You battle with your shadow from front to back
    Stack up the stats. Handle the math, and that'll be that
    Hold your head up. I know your fed up
    But don't let it get up to the top of them steps love
    Instead of playin' with the pieces that got messed up
    get dressed up, we goin' out to catch the best buzz
    Self-medicated, spirit on elevated
    Help take the self-made self-hate and celebrate it
    And I could tell you hated it when you felt naked
    but the poison tastes great, wanna know how the hell they made it?
    And if the dizzy don't kill you, the city will
    Simply for the thrill of wiping up a sticky spill
    Little tricky get busy of a fifty bill
    So take the little pill straight to your pretty grill

    Here it comes, there it goes again. Panic attack.


    So what you drinking? So what you popping?
    So what you eating? So what you dropping?
    So what you smoking? So what you sniffing?
    So how you coping? So what's the difference?

    Contagious, it runs like the paint does
    Sedate the sober and over anxious
    The pages of pain that make the songs on the playlist
    The renegade rain that jumped just to flood the bassment
    Look honey everbody needs a help-up buddy
    No body's drug-free, the streets would be hella bloody
    Do you call yourself a patient of a junky?
    The only thing that separates is who takes your money
    All smile like we're gonna go buck wild
    Order up a shot, prescription filled up now
    Pop another (what?) distracted by the rush while
    we fight all night about what to name the love child
    I'm on that go nuts life that got that gold touch
    Fresh fly wild bold what like the cold crush
    No luck, don't hold much, just an old flush
    made up of hearts Queen high off the faux-blush
    Freak outs, leak out, and bleed out, and speak out
    and reroute and seak out the weak crowd
    And we doubt, but when I see it keep out
    the beast I'll believe for now, it's all "peace, I gotta be out."

    Here it comes, there it goes again. Panic attack.