Atmosphere: Free or dead

So here I am, trying to be the man, right Using my gun to see if I'm sleeping with my flashlight In the afterlife I hope the AC works So while I wait well I'm a pass out and taste this curve And she attacked with flirts, smacked my nerves There in that black skirt Got my nature so hard it made my back hurt I cracked a smirk cuz I was dumb and drunk she gave wink and a smile and dropped a quarter in my cup man, people are kind of odd so I keep my eyebrow raised I only hear the words for what they mean, know what I mean? and I do believe in God cuz I keep comin across all these fine woman with low self esteem, you know what I mean? I got attention deficet, I've got the bedroom eyes I've the storms in my head, I've got my telephone voice I've got to make a decision of whether I live or die I'd rather just run cuz either way it's one hell of a choice [Chorus] my car is like my own personal universe she's my drug and it only takes twelve bucks to fill 'er up but in my galaxy there ain't no room for Earth so I'm leavin it cuz I can feel the oil pressure building up turning over the ignition of my solar system check the gauges, pushin the tape, put my foot on the break shift existance like my cigarette and take it state to state until I crash into my fate now I'm giving back everything they gave me, not a damn thing it'll take me more than a good DJ to save me, and I'm not dancing I can't seem to make up my bed, much less my mind so I'm a take another puff to my head, and press rewind I wish this car had cruise control, so I can dress my legs I've got this itch to prove my soul, and test my fate doing hunny(hundred) in a sixty five, got stopped by a copper caught, spotted, and radared by a chopper with guns? and style?, over the limit by forty miles why'd she smile?, cuz I ain't been around here for a long while grabbed my paper, gave her thanks?, have a nice day yo, word of advice, trade the doughnuts in and gets some rice cakes back to my travels, running from my shadows some hitchhikers and bikers honkin the horn harrasin the cattle airbags/hair back sticking to the seat, sweat drippin from the heat diggin through of gruel?, I'm looking for something to eat yo, there's a Hardee's at the next stop don't wanna, but I need ta' cuz I'm craving something to chase the taste of this tequila (uhh, yeah, you guys got value meals? can you put some barbecue sauce... I wanna honey bun. change that shit. I want chicken pebbles. no, onion bun, onion bun. onion rings. extra pork. word up. can you supersize that? yo girl, you got kind of a pretty voice. yo girl, what time yu get off work?) 90 east towards Chicago, on my way to Cincinnati I won't ever let em catch me, and I won't ever make em happy watch your wives and your daughters when I'm passin through the hometown, castin lines into the water, catchin goldfish out your bowl and I'm as cool as the cat that came to school just for lunch I'm the rebel pissin in the public pool, just for fun I speed in the sun, everyone in speakin in tounges find the talk radio station, yo, turn it up so it bumps don't cry, girl, I'm out and I'm a make my way east cuz everyone in my world is takin my peace I need release, and I don't think I'm a find it in between your legs yo, I'm just jokin, only going to the corner to get some eggs so when she starts makin the coffee I toss my bags in the back seat and I can remember it all like it must have happened last week sometimes I stop to think, for all the money I've spent how I'd rather live in a tent than bust my ass and pay the rent but I'm eager to pay my dues, and I'd be glad to pay the tollbooth and I've agreed to sing the blues ever since the day I broke loose just like a blindfolded child walking through the toy store voice?, not even aware that the world is my oyster [Chorus - 2X]