They Call It Lyrics - Atmosphere

Don't you love it madly when it sleeps in your basement 

On some gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today shit 

And don't you love the way that you can relate 

To everything your favorite rapper has to say about your hatred 

Get a hobby now why they wanna watch me in some hotel lobby 

Getting sloppy with this pillow built mommy 

Probably never be global like Tupac 

But the local boys keep my shit hard in they jukebox 

Sittin' here pretending I'm not tipsy 

Watching over sensitive hippies 

Use my records for they dog frisbees 

Be a good little fishy 

And book me a ticket to your city 

So your girlfriend'll kiss me 

I'm the bee that came to pollinate the flower 

Make a meal borrow a towel and take a shower 

It's called love in return they bake bread 

Pay dollars, make bets 

Catch buzz, give head 

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They call it love and I get plenty of it 

The rich kids burn it, my broke people dub it 

They call it hate and I get plenty of it 

The snakes always wanna put your name where they tongue splits 

They call it love and I get plenty of it 

Give hugs to the public put plugs in the budget 

They call it hate and I get plenty of it 

But they know who to call when they want the party jumpin 

We bust in to your system search through the evidence 

Opening hoping to find why you love your residence 

Put your fists up, put your chips up 

Act a kid act adult or get your fabric ripped up 

They said like what? Like they didn't know me 

6 foot 3 ugly mug and simple flow (like that, like that) 

And a bottle of jimmy beam (peace) 

My name is slug and I'm down with the winning team 

They wanna kill my steam I didn't care 

Just lead me to the fiti with the pretty hair 

Jumping up and down with the passion of a battle 

Jester of the kingdom see me amalgamate(?) the castle 

Sean is such an asshole naw I'm a dickhead 

Stealing cigarettes from the rest of the mislead 

And join me avoid me do what you must do 

But man up and understand why they don't love you 

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They call it love and I get plenty of it 

The rich kids burn it, my broke people dub it 

They call it hate and I get plenty of it 

The snakes always wanna put your name where they tongue splits 

They call it love and I get plenty of it 

Give hugs to the public put plugs in the budget 

They call it hate and I get plenty of it 

But they know who to call when they want the party jumpin 

Looking through your pinhole 

Who you gonna insult 

Atmosphere up in here 

Yea where'd your grin go 

Got a sock of nickels and quarters 

For unsupportive cocksmokers that wanna ripple these waters 

You hate to love it 

Keep changing up the subject 

Still ain't saying nothing 

We knew you that would jump ships 

Get back inside your magic pumpkin you puppet 

Cause all you got left in your life is a big what if 

No names just pertains to a flock of you 

The fuck you gonna do when no ones watchin you 

Sweep up the fuck-ups 

Tighten up the lug nuts 

Let your world turn with no concern for what slug does 

I'm not number 1 

I'm just my mothers son 

No regrets show respect what's done is done 

I understand why your so discouraged 

Now show your love like it was when you was discouraged 

They call it love and I get plenty of it 

The rich kids burn it, my broke people dub it 

They call it hate and I get plenty of it 

The snakes always wanna put your name where they tongue splits 

They call it love and I get plenty of it 

Give hugs to the public put plugs in the budget 

They call it hate and I get plenty of it 

But they know who to call when they want the party jumpin