Trying To Find A Balance Lyrics - Seven's Travels - Atmosphere

(Slug) 

They love the taste of blood 

Now I don't know what that means, but I know that I mean it 

Maybe they're as evil as they seem 

Or maybe I only look out the window when it's scenic 

"Atmosphere finally made a good record." 

Yeah right, that shit almost sounds convincing 

The last time I felt as sick and contradictive as this 

Was the last time we played a show in Cinnci' 

"Get real" they tell me 

If only they knew how real this life really gets 

They would stop acting like a silly bitch 

They would respect the cock, whether or not they believed in it 

Doesn't take much and that's messed up 

Because these people do a lot of simple shit to impress us 

While everyone was trying to out-do the last man 

I was just a ghost trying to catch some Ms. Pac-man 

Hello ma'am, would you be interested 

In some sexual positions and emotional investments 

See, I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of rational 

When I be askin', "Yo, where did all the passion go?" 

East coast, West coast, down South, Midwest 

Nowadays everybody knows how to get fresh 

Somebody give me a big yes (yes) 

God Bless America, but she stole the B from "Bless" (accept it) 

Now I'm too fucked up to dance 

So I'ma sit with my hand down the front of my pants 

You can't achieve your goals if you don't take that chance 

So go pry open that trunk and get those amps (you know) 

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(Chorus x2) 

In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester 

Treat me like a God or they treat me like a leper 

You see me move back and forth between both 

I'm trying to find a balance 

I'm trying to build a balance 

(Slug) 

So now I keep a close eye on my pets 

Because they make most of they moves off of instinct and sense 

It's eat, sleep, fuck, and self defense 

So straight you can set your clocks and place bets 

Wait, let's prey on the blind, deaf, dumb, dead 

Hustle, maybe a couple will love what you said 

Emcees drag their feet across a big naked land 

With an empty bag of seed and a fake shake of hands 

Yeah I got some last words, FUCK ALL OF YA'LL! 

Stop writin' raps and go play volleyball 

Gotta journey the world in a hurry 

Cause my attorney didn't put enough girls on the jury 

Guilty of droppin' these bombs in the city 

But I'm innocent, love is the motive that's why you're killin 'em 

Guilty of settin' my fire in all fifty 

But I'm innocent, blame it on my equilibrium 

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(Chorus x2) 

In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester 

Treat me like a God or they treat me like a leper 

You see me move back and forth between both 

I'm trying to find a balance 

I'm trying to build a balance 

I gotta find my balance 

I gotta find my balance 

(Slug) 

Now all my friends are famous 

It's either one thing or another 

Y'all don't know what my name is 

Probably know both of my brothers 

The one is a hard workin' savior 

The other's a hard workin' soldier 

I'm just a next door neighbor 

Workin' hard at tryin' to stay sober 

You wait for the car at the corner 

Pretend like you know what the plot is 

Won't quit till I hit California 

And make you my Golden State goddess