Choking On The Wishbone Lyrics - Atmosphere

[Slug] 

This one goes out to all of those that want success 

Wait, not just the ones that want it 

This goes to those that feel they deserve it 

And this one goes to all of those that make the moves 

and those that have paid the dues 

To all of those that walk the fine line on the edge 

To all the heads about to break it loose 

And you don't want to come close to feeling it 

Initial reaction like "Yo, I don't give a shh..." 

After a minute within it, they start to think 

"Why the hell they didn't get it, did they not hear what he speaks?" 

They don't know me, it's best that way 

Let 'em look for tomorrow in yesterday 

And let me strain my lungs for the love of popping amps 

Let me spike the ball because I don't like to dance 

Let me paint a picture on the surface of your mind 

I got a job at the circus and I quit writing rhymes 

Now I travel from city to city, life of a gypsy 

Gravel, grass, concrete, folk law and mystery 

Yo, looking at my Gucci, it's about that time 

for me to pawn this piece of junk and try to take some of these finds 

Fly angel fly, don't ever look back 

You better scoop that dead rat off the track, go home and cook that 

Maybe you should trade that Mustang for a Jeep 

So when you get too drunk to drive, you'll have a dry place to sleep 

Don't forget what chocolate milk does to the hangover 

Come on, who you think cut the tires on your Land Rover? 

Twist the nobs and chew the fat off the shish kebab 

Ditch the lard that cut my hair and made me quit my job 

And if I pass before they get a chance to hear me 

Tell 'em "Kiss my ass" and teach 'em all about my theory 

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[Chorus: 4x] 

Choking on a wishbone, position blown out the frame 

Pissed on the remains to mark the spot and spark the flame 

[Slug] 

It never settles, the constant grinding of metal 

against complicated timing, developing my threshold 

Touching the gestalt with a little reverb and some echo 

to add extra flavor like pesto 

Yo, the cards are dealt and now I'm staring at my hand 

Looking for something to toss, tryna find a spot to stand 

The anger felt as I look across the land 

It doesn't equal to the eagerness and hunger to expand 

Move past, the berry is set, the previous sets 

carry me through the meaninglessness 

Here I am with the word extracting nerves 

Running toward the stage (here we go) to watch the crash occur 

[Chorus: 2X] 

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[Slug] 

Put your head on the pillow and shut your eyes 

Take your mind out the ghetto and touch the sky 

Then come ease down that much feared trail of blood, sweat and love 

Instead of flame, crying tears in the rain 

The blunder game, and it drowned out the hunger pains 

Numbed the brain and played life like a numbers game 

Poppa needs a new pair of nuts, cause he lost touch 

with the last ones fastened to the bottom of his guts 

Yo, they don't know me, it's best that way 

Let 'em look for tomorrow in yesterday 

This child is your fate so let 'em play 

I bet I know your age and I can guess your weight 

Wait, wait, how can it be so simple and straight? 

And why the hell ain't you tripping to make some ripples in the lake? 

I can't figure it out, for God's sake arguing a lost case 

as it irritates my prostate, and when I sit home alone 

I kick over the telephone and catch my zone inside the dial tone 

[Chorus] 

[Multiple recordings of Slug talking play together for 38 seconds]