The Future Is Disgusting - ATMOSPHERE

Rock the house and you can wrap your lips around my microphone

Spread your wings and fly me home

Find my partner and depart the party

I probably had to love you the hard way

Maybe we was drunk out back with the dumpster breath

She know how to treat me like something spesh

Flunk the class but she pass the test

She got a portrait tattoo of Funkmaster Flex

Girl I’ll take you to Egypt for no reason

Other than skeezin' in hotels in regions

That look over scenery pieces of history

Mixing my semen up with your secretions

Hot butter on my breakfast toast

She’s still got the best approach

And don’t forget to check those that never be ghost

And keep your enemies close

If you was a robot I’d lick you on your touch screen

Later when you act new I’ll holler at your vacuum

I think we’re about to get eighty-sixed

They don’t appreciate the way we kiss

Give a fuck what you find inappropriate

It’s a bar not a church your holiness

Now let me get an ahooga

Roll up a joint look like a bazooka

All I know is they try not to show you

How little they actually hold with their own two

Ayy I’m the loud balloon

I might howl at the moon in the middle of the afternoon

Never had a lot never hit a jackpot

Who wanna party with the bad bad dad bod

And I ain’t got the time to wonder

You never know if this will be your last summer

Now go ahead and shut your whole chapped lip pucker

You bicycle seat sniffin' motherfucker