[Slug] Would you prefer if I remove... MY... UHH? Nah they.. they clean.. I mean.. what? You wanna look at the bottom of...? My shoes are clean girl, how about yours? Here we are sitting on your living room floor Listening to some records from your collection Boredom; in between a coma and an erection Staring at the skin on your shoulder blades And you dont take your eyes off my poker face Im wasted, and your as sober as Jehovah Knocking door to door, trying to walk to road That the Mormons paved If she was here on your sofa with a beer on a coaster Shed of told ya that my game was way over played Make no mistake I love the way you taste like yogurt and some clover cigarettes Girl show me leg! So Ima gonna trade these shoes for rollerskates And Ima stay happy just as long as there is a whore to pay But some of us already spent the rent So we cant be content until there isnt no more today [Chorus: repeat 2X] Those are your shoes These are my shoes Weve got issues My shoes are muddy girl, how about yours? Here we are loungin on your bedroom floor Im really drunk so Im looking at your carpet like Man, fuck the permit, I know where Ima park tonight Its closing time, the spins are gonna visit me Theyre rolling thick like they know they taking victory But not tonight, right, Ima make some history Get up in your system and direct it like a symphony Let me get to be the man of your mystery Cause them meddeling kids dont understand your sensitivity Show some sympathy Let me kiss your feet Lets talk about a pretty bird and a busy bee If I live to see fifty, Ima be a tipsy, dirty old man Still following my kid beliefs I know it isnt really your responsibility So well be strait once I take a hit of Listerine [Chorus] I cant find my shoes girl, how about yours? Here I am naked on your bathroom floor I got faded, and you fell asleep And Im thanking God that this date was hella cheap Sitting down, trying to keep the liquor down Light, stars and sounds everything flickers now Sick bound, the whole room twists around In front of the toilet assume the position to drown Here it comes! Whiskey out bounces all over the floor Now Im sitting in the bitches mound Im just a clown and Im sorry I found it funny When you tripped over my shoes and hit the ground Didnt know you would rip your gown Didnt think you would shout and get so loud, get so wound Yeah Im drunk, but Im more than a little proud Im leaving, fuck the shoes you keep them, Im getting out [Chorus] Perfection [repeat 4X]
Artist: Atmosphere
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