Atmosphere

Atmosphere - Domestic Dog lyrics

Hahaha, yo did you see that?

Yo she pushed her cart right into that Escalade

Hahaha

[Hook]

Women at the bar want to be a star

Stop her on the street, she thinks you a freak

It's illegal to flirt when we at work

So nowadays I score at the grocery store

[Verse 1]

You are what you eat, no pretending to be

So I push my cart like an extension of me

Bump, bump, nope I can't fund

I'm the one that's probably gonna hit your cart more than once

Like "Excuse me, sorry, I didn't see you there

Yeah, I didn't see you there, with your pretty hair

In the condom isle, with your awesome smile

Tomorrow we should watch Lost, hang out a while"

She's got cheese, can't tell if it's cheddar

But you did see the way she held them bell peppers

Clean enough to put soymilk in the potbelly

Skank enough to buy sushi from the hot deli

It's ok though, butter and mangos

Down at the cold isle, organic tomatoes

Even the chain stores attract angels

Old food, safe way, traitor jokes, rainbow

Nipples erect in the ice-cream section

Steam up the glass and steal my breath

And you know damn well I'ma bring the dick

Call me the coolay man and sing my shit (oh yeah)

[Hook]

Yeah, yeah

Actually I would like a few samples

Alright?

Thank you

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Yeah, yeah, we've all heard the old phrase

Felt like the start of a mid-eighties porn tape

Both of us reach for the last box of corn flakes

Headphones kickin, she was listening to Ghostface

Nah baby, go ahead and cop them shits

I'll just settle for a box of kicks

Turned off the iPod to talk

I don't know what she said, I was watching her lips

Pressing P interrupted by the culprit

She had no idea that I was shopping with a full clip

So many bullets, she should have been insulted

But she didn't, that's all that matters isn't it? No bullshit

Flow and swerve through my chosen words

Miss pumpin power to open hers

Yeeeah I be chilling by the frozen deserts

And if this don't work, I'm going to church

[Hook]

Nah, nah, nah, paper, paper

Nah for real put it in the paper bag

With handles, handles!

[Hook with different last line]

So nowadays I score at the gro-gro-gro

[Hook]

Uh, excuse me

What? Yeah what's your? Sarah, yeah Sarah

Could you do me a favour and uh, could you put the eggs on top?

Wooo...

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