Текст песни Self Hate Bad Dub - Atmosphere

As I walk through this cluster
Of people that I look upon as buster
I continue to keep one of my feet in this gutter, Maybe that′s my way of puttin' the day in place, Ain′t too much okay you can tell by how I wear This face
But don't you worry, this is my journey
Fellas keep your fists up women keep it dirty
. Fly little birdy as I walk through this puzzle, Puttin' it together makin′ sure the laugh stays Muffled
They congregated on the corner of the block, Tryin′ to come up with the plan so they can close Down the shop
Come on mash that dream into a telephone pole, Catch that beam let it caress the soul, she don't Need me, he don′t need love, they won't see Through, they caught a bad dub, I walk down the Street in search of a home, a virtual me inside My head roams, way too buzzed and the ride′s too Rough, can't read what I wrote last night on the Bus
You can mash that dream into a telephone pole, Catch that beam let it caress the soul, she don′t Need me, he don't need love, they won't see Through, they caught a bad dub