Cats Van Bags Lyrics - Seven's Travels - Atmosphere

(Slug) 

We're travellin' a missile 

Weavin' through your cornfields 

Leaving behind a trail of amateur porn and orange peels 

Navigating through this basement 

that masquerades as a nation 

Practicing my acetate masturbation 

Watching the expressions on the faces 

of the ones designated to be the queens, kings, and aces 

How many miles can you put on one soul 

before the smile starts to blend into one big bullet hole? 

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(Brother Ali) 

Shoot through it as a unit with the best of my crew 

Pumpin' melodies and memories too 

My head's killin' me (ew) 

Stomach empty, my bladder is full 

Two year old son with Jaybird 

Phone dry and missing me (?) 

And I'm starvin' I'll bite your arm off 

Saber tooth tiger, run the night with the sharp claws 

In your back yard just to fuck with your gaurd dogs 

Throw a brick through your shit, come cut the alarm off 

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(Slug) 

Fuck yes 

I do my best to take advantage in bouts 

Put one hand over the mouth 

Still managing to shout 

There's more said within the lines of your forehead 

Then they could ever try to fine print on the inside of that warhead 

Cross Country 

Like a little lost junkie 

Make 'em hot and jumpy 

Trying to get that God money 

Steering the van through the blizzards, the fanfare 

Pivot when we visit 

Spit victim if you stand there 

(Brother Ali) 

Check your map of this picture, throw a dart at it 

That's where 

We took a room back for the kids and through a heart at it 

Angry like a hostage 

Kickin' like a little bitch in one of Dibbs' moshpits 

Shifting through your city limits, trying to find the raw shit 

Thread a needle with it and weave a world of heads together 

'Til we get em carsick 

Face full of war paint, strapped ready for action 

Battle cry just trying to seek the satisfaction of the captain 

(Slug) 

Climbed over the side, closed his eyes 

Took a dive into his famed inspiration for staying alive 

Swam to the shore 

Stepped upon land 

Walked up to a whore 

Grabbed her by the hand and said 

Hook: 

Let the wheels spin, Let the room shake, Let the speakers blow 

Let the light in, Let the kids play, Let the people know 

Let the roof burn, Let the girls love, Let the heat flow 

Let the world turn, Let the curbs up, Cats Van Bags Yo! 

(Brother Ali) 

Lock eyes with a thousand people at the same time 

They mind believe in us 

My style of graffiti is 

Reason just the midwest sweat out of my shirt 

And leavin' with my life essence embedded in your dirt 

(Slug) 

We work move and hustle with the rest of the gypsies 

Spoon feed these issues to a new school of fishies 

Swimmin' through a hazy shade of passion 

Here they come, the hazled and has been'd 

and his chaplain 

(Brother Ali) 

That's them the migrant seasonal workers 

The finest imperial wordsmiths on the circuit 

two million smiles and runnin' 

Stompin' tryin to flee the heat 

Turn around shootin' at the monster 'til he's knees are weak 

(Slug) 

They call me Jesus Freak 

I came to listen 

Then I save you 

Then I make you my favorite position 

Chasing this pigeon down the street towards the banks 

Just in case my my traffic receives Jeeps and tanks 

(Both) 

And we wander through this soul 

So let it be known 

Mama I don't know if I'm a ever be home 

The revolution wont have any distribution 

(Slug) 

I love my son and my music so I gotta keep it movin' like 

Hook 

Let the wheels spin, Let the room shake, Let the speakers blow 

Let the light in, Let the kids play, Let the people know 

Let the roof burn, Let the girls love, Let the heat flow 

Let the world turn, Let the curbs up, Cats Van Bags Yo!