Atmosphere: Say hey there

(Gotta go To Mexico) Watcha gonna do? Slam Doors? Break a glass? Maybe pass out on the kitchen floor with your naked ass? She still makes time to hate me but basically I'm overbooked no emotional vacancy Complacency seems so simple Like fuck it let me be the one you fight and call mister right It's and addiction bound to stick around cause a junky won't bounce 'till he hits the ground (get down) And these drugs ain't as good as we wish they were (get up) and this buzz doesn't keep us from missin' her (get over) And that love that built all of this emphasis spilled enough guilt to kill Electra and Oedipus (get out) It's easier to leave it there Each time I see your tears makes me need a beer to relieve the fear I wanna keep a clear sky and fly away like a meteor outta here maybe next year I'll reappear [Chorus] I say hey there, we don't play fair we can't stay here, I hope you take care {4X} Sometimes you make me feel like such a prick That even I'm convinced that I'm the one thats sick You can fuss and bitch, you can cut your wrist or you can choke on that blood from the tounge you've bit And when you acted up, best believe I blessed you back I've got a fucking fan base that can attest to that I'm returning this bleeding hearts club membership card cause I want no motherfuckin' part of it We're just two dogs on all fours It's a tug of war for who loves you more Blame it on tours or locked bathroom doors or maybe it's 'cause my voice was louder than yours (what? You jealous?) And I'll be damned if I do this for forever Everybody lookin' at me like I don't know better Instead I gotta run if I'm ever gonna forget her cause I've always been a go-getter (so whatever) [Chorus] And now I got a head full of better off dead I followed down them steps, and slept in the wrong bed If I had a breath of self-respect left I'd set fire to the boxspring to help it catch wreck Let these ashes represent the mattress Director left the set but nobody told the actress So she's still actin' as if we scheduled a practice and my soundtrack is compromisin' her theatrics You, you remind me of me, it's not a compliment Get your song on You, who you tryin' to be? I've got no tolerance left for drama You, you would like to go free, jump off the fence let your claws out You, you remind me of me, run from all of them 'til they all gone Then, here we go again, with my threats to leave Like I've ever left a she who wouldn't let me breathe Instead I kept it deep enough to get you to believe that I'm incapable of escapin' and settin' you free Well I'mma open up that map and see the nation Call it vocation Call it a vacation You can find me at the airport waitin' or maybe I'll be chain smokin' down at the train station With the pose of a mack and my clothes in a sack Gotta go and I don't know when I'll be back Get my last paycheck, smash and make steps Gone, on the run with Kool G. Rap in the tapedeck (peace) [Chorus] - 2X