Trying To Find A Balance Lyrics

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 a sinking 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 someone's[summers?] Pac-man

Hello ma'am, would you be into restin'

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!)

[Chorus x2]

In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester

Treat me like a God, oh 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

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It's eat, sleep, fuck in self defense

So straight you can set your clocks and place bets

Wait, let's prey on 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

[Chorus x2]

In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester

Treat me like a God, oh 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

They 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 your next door neighbor

Workin' hard at tryin' to stay sober

You wait for the car at the corner

Pretend like you know what the pot is

Won't quit till I hit California

And make you my Golden State goddess

Atmosphere Trying To Find A Balance